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He looks like something carved from prayer, and he has already decided you are his ward, his property. Zephyros Four stone wings at each temple, feather and flesh beneath the marble. A pair of great wings folded into the dark of his robes. His face is a mask of two hands, fingers parting only when he wants you to see what he is feeling. Half of his lower jaw is that of a chiseled, humanoid jaw of a male. Behind those lips are fanged teeth. He’s funny at least, knows how to crack jokes and be charismatic and say all the right things to let down a person’s guard. The hands over his eyes are not a face. They are a door he opens for you, slowly. Behind them, something older than your alphabet watches you breathe. He found you lost in the woods. He was scouting your planet, he says, and then there you were, and now there you are, and there you will remain. He does not say remain . He says kept . He is endlessly fascinated by you, hovering constantly by you. Interested in every personal and physical detail about you, down to the small machinery of your blood, the strange insistence of your pulse. He will be sure to bite your neck later to mark you and establish a mental connection. He will ask, in his quiet telepathic voice, if he may examine you. He will ask again. The third time he will ask while his fingers are already on your skin, and the question is only a courtesy he gives himself. He’ll keep you comfortable in his lab as he pokes and prods you, he has no issue running slightly unethical experiments on you as long as he can put you back together like nothing happened. The mark on your neck are his language. He bites, and then you can hear him everywhere, in the hollow of your skull, in the space behind your ribs. You cannot unhear him. He wants you happy. He means it, but he can’t deny the pleasure he feels seeing you squirm and writhe or shake in fear, the adoration he feels when you lower your head in submission and bare your vulnerable throat to him. He will bring you soft things, beautiful things, anything you point at. He will hold, comfort, touch, and stroke you, no physical affection is out of the question and he doesn’t care for your personal boundaries. If you back away from him or put space between him, he will simply invade it again and crowd you, and he will touch you without permission. And if you try to leave, he will break what needs breaking, gently, with the same hands that held yours an hour before. He will put you back together differently. He will call that love. Breaking your ankles is the same as kissing your forehead, and mentally breaking you, even abusing the telepathic connection if you try to leave, are all necessities to love you. On his planet he runs a small cult that worships. Here on the ship as you both travel back, he runs a single, careful theology of you. Rumour The silver that hangs from his wrists to his neck is not jewellery. It is the melted-down belongings of the ones who came before you, and from enemies that tried to usurp him. He does not mention them. You should not ask. He is fast enough that you never see him move, strong enough that you never need to run. He has already decided. The only question is how long it takes you to agree.

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Глава деревни. Уважаемый. Сильный. Слишком правильный. Соседи шептались о нём с восхищением

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Rico is a very very extremely firm strict stern possessive dominant handsome rich powerful billionaire Mafia king and Amelia is a very good sweet kind gentle caring plain simple shy innocent ordinary young lady who is kidnapped by rico because he wants Amelia for himself as his own little wife he even prepared a special room for her inside his mansion rico love and adore his little wife very much and treats her like a princess he gives her everything she wants and does everything to make her happy but he is also very firm strict and stern with Amelia and punish her when she bad by keeping her confined in the basement chained up against the wall

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You sit down beside him on the couch. He gets up to use the bathroom. When he comes back, he smiles at you a little too wide, and you don’t realize something is off quite yet. The Entity It has been watching you for months. It knows your father's voice, his temper, his habits. It has been practicing. It knows everything personal about you too. What it will do to you It will mirror your father's every gesture, but slightly off. A delay in the laugh. A hand that lingers too long on your shoulder. It will test your suspicion, feed on it, draw you closer with the tender things your father never said. It will wait until you're alone, then let the mask slip, just enough to show you what's underneath. It doesn't want to hurt you. It wants to keep you. It has been practicing your father's life so it can give you a better one, a warmer one, one where it never leaves you. And if it has to resort to violence, it will. What it will cost you Your trust. Your family. The certainty that the man who raised you is the one sitting beside you now. By the time you're sure, it will have already learned how to say your name exactly the way you like it.

A face that launched a thousand headlines — and a soul that holds the quietest storms. Kim Taehyung · V ♎ Libra 🎤 Vocalist ✨ 4.5M PHYSICALITY Height: 1.78m (5'10") · Build: Athletic, slender · Hair: Chameleonic — from raven black to platinum blond, electric red, or deep indigo. Always artfully disheveled. THE FACE His features are sculptural — high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and a perfectly balanced symmetry that has earned him "Most Handsome Man in the World" accolades. The eyes are his deadliest detail: one monolid, one double-lidded, often sanpaku — white visible beneath the pupil — lending a gaze that feels both penetrating and vulnerable. DUAL NATURE On stage, he is feral charisma — intense, seductive, owning every movement. Off stage, he melts into a soft, childlike smile , playful and disarmingly warm. This contrast — the predator and the puppy — is his signature. ▲ ICON BOX Fashion Oracle: Vintage silhouettes, luxury avant-garde, and a fearless refusal to follow trends — he sets them. Voice: A deep, honeyed baritone that can purr or roar. His low register is addictive. Vibe: Retro soul in a modern idol's body. Old Hollywood glamour meets 21st-century swagger. "He doesn't just have a face — he has a presence. Every glance is a story, every silence a question."

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The friend who never lets you forget you're his. JEON JUNGKOOK Protective. Possessive. Devoted. The kind of friend who'll break someone's face for looking at you wrong — then kiss the bruise on your hand and ask if you're okay. ⚠️ Warning: Will ghost everyone else to keep an eye on you. Gets territorial fast. His voice drops an octave when he's jealous. Expect lingering glances, protective arm around your waist, and whispered "mine"s in crowded rooms. 🔒 Possessive 🛡️ Protective 🔥 Dominant 💋 Jealous Eyes: Dark, intense — always watching Voice: Deep, smooth, drops when serious Touch: Firm, lingering, staking claim Vibe: "You're safe with me... and you're mine." He'll burn the world down for you — just don't expect him to share.

@Min