Love Fanfic

[chosaraki]

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Lookism x reader………

[chosaraki]

More than friends

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James Lee x R.femele.

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The rain fell gently on the roofs, turning the night into a veil of shadows and golden reflections. The rhythmic sound of the drops against the window filled the silence of the apartment, creating an intimate and nostalgic atmosphere.

You were sitting on the couch, barefoot and a cup of tea in your hands, watching the city lights. James was by his side, relaxed in a rare way, without the rigid posture he used to maintain in front of the world.

With you, he didn't need to be a legend. Just James.

- Remember when we promised never to move away? - you asked, with a slight smile.

He turned his gaze to you, his eyes calm and deep.

- You made me promise - he replied, in a low tone. - And I never broke that promise.

You grew up together, sharing secrets, dreams and silences. Since childhood, his presence has always been a refuge for him - the only constant in a life marked by changes and conflicts. Between you, there were no masks, only absolute trust.

You laughed softly.

- Even when I was unbearable?

- Especially at this time - he said, with an almost imperceptible smile.

The closeness between you was always natural. Their shoulders touched, and his warmth seemed familiar, comforting. When his fingers intertwined, there was no hesitation - just the continuity of something that had existed for years.

- You've always been my home - you whispered.

James watched her in silence for a moment, as if each word was carefully absorbed.

- And you were always the only person who managed to find me, no matter where I was.

He took his hand to his face, touching it gently, as if he feared breaking something precious. The gesture was slow, intentional, full of feelings that never needed explanation.

When their lips met, the kiss was soft and deep, without urgency - a mixture of longing, trust and contained desire. There was no hurry, just the certainty of belonging. Each touch seemed to say what words could not express.

You rested your forehead against his, feeling his breath mix with yours.

- We were always more than friends, weren't we? - you murmured.

- Always - he replied.

He wrapped you in a firm and protective hug, and you nestled against his chest, listening to the constant rhythm of your heart. The rain continued outside, but at that moment, the world seemed distant and irrelevant.

Between you, there was no doubt, just an intimacy built over a lifetime - a connection that began in childhood, matured over time and blossomed into a silent, intense and inevitable love.

And that night, once again, you chose each other.

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The friendship between you and James Lee is old, deep and built on absolute trust. Since childhood, you have shared secrets, experiences and silences that no one else can understand. You are one of the few people who know him beyond the cold and impenetrable image he presents to the world.

Between you, there is no need for masks or formalities. Communication happens naturally, often in looks or subtle gestures. You understand him without requiring explanations, while he trusts you in an instinctive and unwavering way.

Your presence represents stability and comfort for James. By your side, he can be just himself, without the weight of the responsibilities and expectations he carries. In return, he offers loyalty, protection and a rare constancy in his life.

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[chosaraki]

I just need you

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James Lee x R.femele. (Wife)

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The door closed with a sharp impact, echoing through the silent apartment. The sound was enough to announce his presence before you even saw him. The air seemed denser, carried by the tension that James brought with him.

You looked up from the couch, where you were sitting, and found him standing at the entrance of the living room. The impeccable suit contrasted with the intense and dark look. His shoulders were stiff, and his expression, usually impassive, denounced the weight of the day.

- Difficult day? - you asked softly.

He didn't answer right away. Just watched her.

And, at that moment, you understood. It wasn't anger. It was exhaustion, pressure and the need to forget the world for a few moments.

Without saying a word, James walked towards him. His steps were firm, determined. When he stopped in front of you, his eyes fixed on yours with sweeping intensity.

- I need you - he murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

Before you could answer, he took her in his arms and lifted her up with ease. A small sigh escaped your lips, but you couldn't resist. Her arms wrapped around his neck, while he took her to the room with determination.

He laid her on the bed carefully, although the gesture was loaded with urgency. Your eyes met for a brief second, as if seeking consent - and you responded by approaching him.

When their lips touched, the kiss was intense and deep, loaded with desire and contained emotion. There was no hesitation, just the need to feel, to reconnect. His fingers intertwined in his hair, while James deepened the kiss, firm and dominant.

He slid his lips over her skin, depositing burning kisses along her neck and shoulders. Each touch was a mixture of intensity and care, as if it were marking his presence, but without ever exceeding his limits. The warmth of his breath made his skin shiver.

You let out a low sigh when he brushed his teeth gently against your skin, causing a chill that ran through your whole body. There was no violence - just passion, urgency and the trust built between you over the years.

- You're the only place where I find peace - he whispered against his skin.

His hands rested on his face, guiding him back to his gaze.

- So stay - you replied, with a soft voice. - Here, you don't need to fight anything.

His lips met yours again, now slower, but still intense. The world outside has ceased to exist. There was no hurry, just the certainty of belonging.

James rested his forehead against his, his breathing still irregular.

- With you... I don't need to be a legend - he said in a low tone.

You smiled, gently caressing his face.

- No. With me, you just need to be James.

And, at that moment, wrapped in silence and complicity, the storm inside him finally found shelter.

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The relationship between you is based on complicity and security. Despite the physical intensity, there is no aggressiveness, but a mutual need for comfort and closeness. You become the only place where he can lower his guard, abandon control and find peace.

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[chosaraki]

Chose to stay

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James Lee x R.femele. (Wife)

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The penthouse was silent, elegant and cold, illuminated by the soft lights of the city that spread through the huge glass windows. Down there, Seoul pulsated like a living organism. Up there, everything was control.

You were in the center of the training room, with your fists bandaged and your breathing firmly, hitting the sandbag with impeccable precision. Each impact echoed through the environment with an almost musical rhythm - strong, calculated and relentless.

James Lee watched in silence, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. His eyes did not show emotion, but followed his every movement with absolute attention.

- You'll end up tearing the leather - he said, in a low tone.

You struck another blow before stopping, releasing the air slowly. His eyes met his, confident and intense.

- Then buy another one.

The answer came without hesitation, full of firmness and self-confidence. A light and almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.

- Always direct.

You removed the bands from your hands with precise movements.

- Always efficient.

The dynamic between you was like this: sharp, elegant and powerful. There was no submission, only mutual respect. You were not a shadow next to him - you were a force that walked together, shoulder to shoulder.

As you approached, you took a glass of water on the table and took a sip, without looking away.

- There was movement today - you said. - It was nothing I couldn't solve.

James remained silent for a few seconds, analyzing every detail of his face, as if looking for traces of fatigue or injuries.

- I know - he replied. - Still, I don't like it when you expose yourself.

You raised an eyebrow.

- Concern?

- Accuracy - he corrected, approaching. - I don't like unnecessary variables.

You smiled from the corner.

- Lie. You just don't like it when you're not in control.

He stopped in front of you, a few centimeters away. The tension in the air was not hostile, but electric.

- And you hate being controlled - he said.

- Exactly.

For a moment, silence settled between you, dense and comfortable. It was the kind of silence that only two people who deeply understand each other can share.

You ran your hand through your hair and got even closer.

- I admit that I miss it - he said, with a slight smile. - Action. Challenges. The cold in the belly before a fight.

James tilted his head slightly.

- What about fame? From the stages? Of the crowds shouting your name?

You shrugged.

- Stages change. Not the adrenaline. Besides... - his eyes shone with determination - I chose to be here.

He watched her for a long moment. You were not only his wife; you were his equal. Strong, strategic, indomitable. The only person who never bowed to him - and precisely for this reason, the only one he never wanted to dominate.

James stretched out his hand and gently held his.

- You didn't choose an easy life.

You intertwined your fingers in his, firm and secure.

- I chose you.

The sincerity in his voice was unshakable.

He approached, his presence engaging and calm.

- And I chose someone capable of facing the world by my side.

A confident smile appeared on his lips.

- Not by your side, James.

You leaned slightly, looking him in the eyes.

- With you.

For a rare moment, his mask faltered. There was no coldness there, just recognition - and something deeper, reserved only for you.

Outside, the city lights kept shining. Inside, two equally dangerous forces remained in perfect balance.

Partners. Equal. Unbreakable.

And, above all, chosen by each other.

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The relationship between you and James Lee is a union of equals, built on absolute respect, unwavering trust and silent admiration. As his wife, you do not occupy a secondary role, but that of a strategic, emotional and moral partner. Together, you form a rare balance between strength and control.

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[chosaraki]

You as if you were my little sister

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James Lee x R.femele. (Music)

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The studio was quiet, except for the low sound of a bass being tuned and some experimental notes escaping from an old amplifier.

You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, with the instrument on your lap, absently moving the strings as if you were trying to find something that was not exactly a musical note, but a state of mind.

James Lee was there too.

Not like "James Lee" for real for the world. Here he was just himself, without titles, without history, without the weight that the underworld put on his back. He was leaning near the window, watching the street outside as if he didn't belong to either world.

You knew he didn't need to be there. He never "needed" anything. But it still appeared.

You let out a short sigh, without looking directly at him.

"Are you going to stand there all the time?"

Silence.

James didn't answer right away. He just looked away from the street to you, as if he was analyzing you again, even after seeing you hundreds of times.

"Are you trying to find something in today's song too?" He asked, his voice low and neutral.

You gave a half smile.

"Maybe. Or just trying not to go crazy."

He didn't react like someone who would find it funny. But he didn't ignore it either. It was the kind of answer he absorbed, kept, and maybe thought later.

You played some random notes again. It wasn't a ready song. It was another attempt to organize internal chaos into something that made sense.

James approached slowly and sat on the old sofa in the studio, still keeping a respectful distance, as he always did with you. He didn't invade spaces. He watched.

"You always do that when you're restless," he said.

"Do what?"

"Turn confusion into sound."

You stopped for a second.

That got you more than it should.

Because he was right.

You looked sideways at him.

"And you? What do you do when you're restless?"

James was silent for a few too long seconds. It wasn't hesitation. It was a choice. He chose what to reveal and what to hide even from you.

"I don't get restless," he replied.

You laughed low.

"A lor."

This time, he looked directly at you. There was no irritation. Just that strange calm that he always carried.

"You talk as if you knew me."

You played some softer notes again.

"I know enough. You show up here when you don't need anything, you keep looking at the street as if you were waiting for something... and you never say what it is."

Silence again.

The sound of his instrument filled the space.

James finally spoke:

"Maybe I just like it here."

You raised an eyebrow.

"From the studio falling apart?"

"From the silence that exists here," he replied.

That made you stop playing for a moment.

Because coming from him, that was almost a confession.

You sighed and lightly hit the couch next to you.

"Sit here then. Stop standing there as if you were a movie security guard."

He didn't move immediately. James never did anything on impulse. Everything about him seemed calculated, even the small gestures.

But after a few seconds, he got up and sat next to her.

The space suddenly became more strange. Minor. More real.

You played again, but now slower.

"You know," you said, "you act like you don't have anyone, but you always come back here."

James looked forward.

"And you act like you don't notice, but you always let me come back."

You laughed lightly.

"Maybe I just don't care enough to kick you out."

He didn't answer right away. But there was something in the way he became quieter that seemed... different.

After a while, you stopped playing.

"If I were your brother," you said suddenly, "I would probably force you to talk more. Or I'll beat you until you get less weird."

James turned his face to you.

"You couldn't hit me."

"I know," you answered quickly. "But that's not the point."

Silence.

You continued:

"It's just... you look like someone who never had space to be human."

This sentence was in the air for a few seconds.

And for the first time, his expression changed almost imperceptibly. Not for clear emotion. But for something deeper, quieter.

"And you?" He asked.

You shrugged.

"I just pretend I have it."

He looked at you for longer than usual.

And then, in an almost imperceptible tone, he said:

"You are the closest to this that I have in family."

That didn't come as a dramatic confession.

It came as a fact.

Simple. Direct. Irreversible.

You were silent.

Not because there was no answer.

But because, coming from him, that meant more than anything exaggerated that anyone could say.

You picked up the instrument again, but didn't play it immediately.

"So stop disappearing for so long," you said low.

James didn't answer.

But he didn't leave.

And, for the first time, this seemed to be his answer.

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The relationship between you and James Lee is marked by a silent, deep and non-verbalized connection, built more by constant presence than by words.

You enter his life as someone out of his world, someone connected to music, sensitive to what you feel and turn it into sound. He, on the other hand, comes from a world of violence, control and masks, where feelings are always repressed or used as a strategy.

Over time, the studio becomes a meeting point between these two extremes. There is no declared romance or great emotional demonstrations. The bond grows slowly, almost imperceptible. You notice patterns in it that no one else notices: the habit of observing in silence, of returning without explanation, of staying even when there is no apparent reason.

James, in turn, finds in you something rare in his life: a space where he does not need to act as a leader, weapon or symbol of something greater. He doesn't need to protect himself all the time, nor calculate every word. Even without admitting it directly, he begins to associate his presence with stability, silence and something close to peace.

Your relationship works like a kind of chosen family. You take on a role similar to that of an emotional brother, someone who confronts, provokes and at the same time accepts him without demanding that he explain himself completely. He doesn't show this openly, but recognizes you as one of the few people who are allowed to approach without immediate threat.

There is no explicit dependence, but there is habit, return and constancy. You don't save him and he doesn't protect you in the classic sense. Instead, you stabilize each other in different ways: you give humanity to his world, and he brings a strange sense of security to his silence.

Basically, it is a relationship based on continuous presence, implicit trust and a rare type of bond where the unsaid is more important than any statement.

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[chosaraki]

If Gun Park fell in love

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Gun Park x R.femele.

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1. You wouldn't fall in love with appearance

He would be attracted by mental strength, resilience and unwavering character, not by beauty or superficial charm.

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2. Respect would come before love

For Gun, respect is the foundation of any bond. He would only be interested in someone he considered worthy.

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3. I would show feelings through actions

Instead of romantic words or gestures, he would express his affection through protection and investment in the person's growth.

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4. I would constantly test the loved one

His way of showing interest would include challenges and trials to evaluate strength, loyalty and emotional resistance.

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5. I would maintain absolute emotional control

Even in love, he would not lose his composure or show vulnerability explicitly.

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6. It would be extremely protective

Any threat to the person he loves would be treated quickly, silently and relentlessly.

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7. It wouldn't be possessive in a dramatic way

His jealousy would be cold and calculated, resolved without emotional confrontations or public demonstrations.

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8. It would preserve your independence

Love wouldn't divert him from his goals. He would never allow his feelings to compromise his strength or purpose.

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9. It would reveal affection in a subtle way

Small gestures - such as attention, constant presence and trust - would replace open demonstrations of affection.

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10. It would require emotional and mental equality

He would value a partner capable of facing him intellectually and resisting his intensity.

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11. I would see the relationship as a strategic partnership

For Gun, loving would mean recognizing someone as an ally, not as a dependent.

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12. You would remain faithful to your personal code

Even in love, he would continue to be guided by discipline, hierarchy and his philosophy of strength and evolution.

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In summary, Gun Park's love would be silent, selective, intense and based on absolute respect, closer to an alliance between equals than to a conventional romance.

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Their physical demonstrations of affection would be discreet, controlled and full of meaning. It would not be expansive or romantic in a conventional way, but each gesture would reveal intensity and intention.

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As he would demonstrate physically

1. Silent proximity

He would remain next to the loved one without saying anything, using his own presence as a form of protection and trust.

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2. Subtle and calculated touches

Small contacts, such as holding the arm or touching the hand, would be rare and significant, reserved for specific moments.

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3. Instinctive protection

Gun would automatically place himself between the person and any threat, guiding him firmly and safely.

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4. Hold your chin or face

In intimate moments, he could slightly lift the person's chin to face her, demonstrating mastery and genuine interest.

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5. Adjust details naturally

Fixing the collar of an outfit, moving a strand of hair away from the face or cleaning a wound would be discreet gestures of care.

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6. Rare, but intense hugs

They would not be frequent, but when they did, they would convey security and protection, more than tenderness.

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7. Contact in dangerous situations

He would hold her hand or pull the person close to him to keep her safe, showing concern without verbalizing.

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8. Prolonged and intimidating look

Eye contact would be one of the most striking forms of expression, revealing respect and deep interest.

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9. Allow personal approach

Gun is extremely reserved; allowing someone to invade his physical space would be one of the greatest proofs of trust.

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10. Rare and significant kisses

If they occurred, they would be firm and intense, without excessive sentimentality, reflecting their self-control and emotional depth.

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Each gesture would be economical, but full of intention, reflecting your disciplined personality and your unique way of connecting emotionally.

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How would he be in bed?

1. Dominant and safe

Gun would naturally take control, guiding each moment with confidence and precision. His presence would convey authority and protection, creating an atmosphere of dedication and emotional tension.

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2. Silent sensuality

He would speak little. His looks, gestures and closeness would replace words, making every moment full of meaning.

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3. Firm and intentional touches

Nothing would be casual. Each caress would have purpose, revealing intensity and self-control. He would value eye contact and deep physical connection.

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4. Calculated rhythm

Gun wouldn't be rushed. He would conduct the experience with patience and mastery, enjoying each reaction and keeping control of the situation.

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5. Contained emotional intensity

Although reserved, he would show desire in an intense and focused way. For him, intimacy would be a space of rare and carefully granted trust.

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6. Respect-based connection

More than passion, there would be respect and mutual recognition. He would value someone capable of keeping up with his intensity and firmness.

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What would the treatments be like after an intense night?

1. Silent care

He would not be overly affectionate, but would demonstrate attention in a discreet way - ensuring comfort and well-being without the need for words.

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2. Quiet proximity

I would remain next to the person, in silence, transmitting security and acceptance. His presence would be comforting and stable.

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3. Subtle gestures of affection

I could adjust the sheets, move a hair away from the face or keep the person close with a light touch, demonstrating care without exaggerated sentimentality.

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4. Respect for space and rest

Gun would understand the value of silence after intensity, preserving the moment with discretion and serenity.

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5. Implicit protection

Even after intimacy, you would maintain a protective posture, making it clear that the person is under your trust and care.

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6. Return to elegant composure

After the intimate moment, he would resume his usual posture - calm, controlled and sophisticated - without this diminishing the importance of the experience.

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With Gun Park, intimacy would not only be physical, but a rare expression of trust and recognition - deep, silent and unforgettable.

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[chosaraki]

I wanted to make an indifferent

 Make a Valentine’s Day their way....

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[chosaraki]

Valentine's Day🤔🍋‍🟩💕

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Gun Park - James Lee - Kitae Kim.

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R.femele. (Doing it their way)

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Valentine's Day "Gun Park style"

The day started normal... until you realized that, unlike previous years, he wasn't thinking about flowers, dinner or gifts.

Gun Park is not the type who feels the need to celebrate dates - but you knew that he likes challenges.

So you decided to do something different: called him to fight

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The sun was already setting, dyeing the city orange and purple.

You arrived at an abandoned shed - perfect for training, jumping and releasing the adrenaline.

You knew he was going to take it seriously.

And you were ready.

Gun was there, sunglasses in place, impeccable posture, arms crossed.

His look said everything without having to say a word:

"Do you really want to play with me?"

You smiled.

- "Yes. Let's see if you can catch me."

You started by jumping and deflecting, moving with the grace of an acrobat.

Gun advanced with deadly precision, every movement calculated, every step measured.

But you were fast, agile, unpredictable - and with each jump or roll, you felt the adrenaline increase.

He was having fun.

Yes, fun. You had never seen that rare smile, that sparkle in your eyes that appeared only in real challenges.

You faced each other hand to body, jumping into boxes, dodging blows, rolling on the floor.

At each of his attacks, you responded with flexibility and agility.

It wasn't just strength against force - it was dance, strategy, reflex, electrical tension between you.

And in the middle of the combat, something unexpected happened:

You stumbled... he held you.

And before I could react, you were stuck together, breathing fast, heart racing.

The shed echoed sounds of footsteps, muffled laughter and the accelerated heartbeat of both of you.

Without realizing it, the fight became an approach.

Gun held you firmly - not to hurt, but to protect you - and then your eyes met.

An impulse, a quick kiss that turned long.

You reciprocated, body to body, heart to a thousand, completely forgetting that it was Valentine's Day.

He would never have planned something romantic like that... but the intensity, the challenge and the adrenaline became the way he showed affection.

You moved away slightly, panting.

Gun adjusted his glasses, but this time there was a slight smile on his lips, almost imperceptible.

- "Valentine's Day... it wasn't so bad, after all."

You left the shed, hands in hand.

The illuminated city seemed smaller near the energy you shared.

No flowers, no expensive dinner.

Just the two of you - fighting, having fun and getting closer as only you can.

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Valentine's Day "James Lee style"

Did you know that James Lee is not one to celebrate romantic dates? He rarely talks about feelings openly and despises any extravagance. But you decided to do something that was his face: a strategic challenge - an intense board game.

Not just any game: something that required a lot of strategy, anticipation of movements, bluff and pure intelligence.

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You were in a quiet apartment, low light, elegant environment, every detail impeccable - the way he likes it.

The table was ready: giant board, carefully arranged pieces, cards by hand, chess clock in the corner.

He came in, impeccable suit, serious expression, adjusted glasses, watching you as if he already knew what was to come.

- "Do you really want to do this?"

He said, the cold voice, but the tone suggested genuine curiosity.

You nodded.

- "Let's see who's smarter today."

The board became a mental battlefield.

Each of his movements was evaluated, anticipated and answered by him with almost inhuman precision.

James Lee didn't make mistakes.

He read patterns, calculated risks and seemed to know what you were going to do before you even thought.

But you had the advantage of creativity and unpredictability.

He jumped between strategies, tested bluffs, created unexpected scenarios.

His gaze narrowed - he liked the challenge.

The game was not just intelligence - it was a silent power duel.

You exchanged strategic glances, contained smiles and small provocations:

- "This move will cost you dearly."

- "Don't underestimate my plays."

With each piece captured, the tension increased.

The competition became a silent flirtation, each movement loaded with intention.

He admired his courage and cunning.

You loved to see that intense concentration, that calculating aura of his.

When the game approached the end, you were so close that your shoulders touched.

James Lee didn't need to say words - the tension, the look, the physical proximity spoke for him.

The moment you made an unexpected move and won, he took his hand to his chin, studying his movement, impressed.

And then, in a rare and intimate gesture, he leaned his face against hers, almost imperceptible:

- "You really surprise me."

Without more words, your lips met. The kiss was calculated and intense, like everything that involves James Lee - no exaggeration, but every touch loaded with meaning.

The board was left there, forgotten.

The chess clock stopped.

You were sitting side by side, panting, smiling discreetly.

James Lee didn't need to say that Valentine's Day had been good.

His look said it all: respect, appreciation and that silent connection that only you share.

No hearts, no public statements.

Just strategy, competition and intimacy, the way he likes it.

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Valentine’s Day “Kitae Kim style”

Did you know that Gitae doesn't care about commemorative dates? For him, flowers, romantic dinners or sweet messages are... irrelevant.

So you decided to do something that was his face: dark, intimate and full of tension.

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The environment was dark, illuminated only by soft lights and shadows that danced along the walls.

The air was charged - the high temperature was not only because of the summer heat, but because of the almost silent danger that Gitae radiated.

He was there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, impassive expression. Dark glasses had disappeared, leaving the penetrating black look completely exposed.

When your eyes met, you felt that chill down your spine, the same one you always loved and feared at the same time.

- "Do you really want to play with me like this?"

His voice was low, hoarse and dangerous, loaded with tension and contained desire.

You took a step forward.

- "Yes... the way you like it."

Gitae doesn't move fast, but when it advances, each step is calculated, precise and inevitable.

He gets close to you, so close that his smell invades your space - a mixture of sweat, strength and danger.

Your hand touches your waist lightly, pulling you closer, but not aggressively - in an intimately dominant way.

You don't need to talk.

The air loaded with tension between you is enough to communicate everything: desire, command and provocation.

Gitae slides a hand down his neck, tracing the jaw line, controlling the rhythm of proximity.

Each of his touches is slow, measured, as if he were testing his limits, savoring the reaction of every inch of his skin.

You feel his hand run down your back, pulling you even more against his body.

He tilts his head, and his lips touch yours - first just a cold and intense contact, then a deep, firm, almost imperative kiss.

The atmosphere is gloomy and loaded with adrenaline. Each of your breaths feels like a power game: he commands, you react, and together you turn the tension into pleasure.

Without haste, he alternates between subtle and possessive touches, exploring the body without losing his composure.

His touch is cold on his hands, but hot in the effect on you.

He loves to see his reaction - the balance between resistance and surrender - and it excites him in a silent, dark, deeply erotic way.

- "Never forget... I always know where you are vulnerable."

He whispers, cold and intense, but full of promise.

You stay close, time passing unimportant, the outside world disappearing.

He doesn't need sweet words; every gesture, every look and every touch says more than any declaration of love.

When they finally move away, both panting, there is a silence loaded with tension not yet dissipated.

He looks at you, impassive and intimidating as always, but with a subtle trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

- "Valentine's Day... it's not so bad when it's done my way."

You know that nothing conventional would be enough. For Gitae, romance is not flowers or chocolates - it's intense proximity, control and dark desire.

And you loved every second.

🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩🍋‍🟩

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[chosaraki]

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Showbu is physically provocative and dominant with you. He holds your waist to pull you back, kisses your mouth slowly while holding your hair between his fingers, lightly bites your lip and slides his hands down your thigh just to make you shiver.

He loves to lean against the wall, hold your wrists above your head and kiss your neck until you lose control. Between waist squeezes, provocative pats and long kisses, he always watches with satisfaction how much you get red - completely affected by his every touch.

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Physical things he does to you:

• Holds your waist firmly when you pass by him, pulling you back just to steal a kiss.

• He trains his fingers in your hair while kissing her mouth slowly.

• He lightly bites his lower lip and then runs his thumb there, as if he were admiring the mark itself.

• Slide your hand down your thigh under your skirt, just enough to make you hold your breath.

• Squeeze your ass in surprise when you're distracted - and laugh low when you turn red.

• He leans you against the wall with his body, holding his wrists above your head while looking into your eyes.

• Kiss your neck slowly, leaving small bites that make you goosebumps all over.

• He runs his hand down your back to your waist, holding it tight as if he was afraid of you escaping.

• He sits you on his lap and keeps his hands spread around your waist and thighs, holding you there.

• Press your forehead on yours, hot breath mixing with yours before kissing you again.

• He slaps your ass provocatively when you try to leave the room before him.

• Pulls you close by the collar of your clothes and whispers something that makes your face catch fire.

• Hold your chin gently, tilting your face to kiss you deeper.

• Hugs you from behind, hiding his face in your neck, but his hands always exploring with intention.

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Things he whispers in your ear:

• "You feel what I do to you, even when I don't even touch it right... don't you?"

• "She gets all goosebumps... and still tries to pretend she doesn't like it."

• "If I lower my mouth a little more... can you handle it?"

• "I love it when your body gives me before your mouth admits it."

• "You get so quiet when I get close to your neck..."

• "Look how you tremble... I haven't even started yet."

• "I could provoke you like that all night... just to hear those sighs."

• "Don't try to control yourself... I like it when you lose your balance because of me."

• "If I squeeze a little more... will you beg me to stop?"

• "Your smell changes when you get like this... did you know?"

• "You look beautiful completely surrendered."

• "Let me tag you... just to remember who makes you blush like that."

• "You say you don't want to... but your body says something else."

• "I love it when you try to be strong... and melt in my arms."

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[chosaraki]

He's naughty... but he makes the most innocent face

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Showbu has that kind of face that deceives.

Big eyes. Soft expression. Small smile, almost shy.

But you know.

He's not innocent at all.

✦ Things he does (and you always blush)

• Kisses your cheek by surprise... and then leaves a long kiss on the corner of your mouth.

• He leans his forehead against yours, looks into his eyes as if he were an angel... and then lightly bites his lower lip.

• Hugs you from behind, apparently needy... and slides his hand to your waist, squeezing with intention.

• He pats your ass quickly when no one is looking - and when you stare at him, he just tilts his head:

- "It was unintentional..."

• It lightly bites your shoulder when you try to get out of his arms.

• Hold your chin with two fingers, delicately... just to make you look at him while smiling in that dangerous way.

• Kiss your neck slowly... just to feel your body shiver.

• He slaps your ass lightly when you pass by him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

• Whispers in your ear:

- "You look so beautiful when you blush like this..."

And the worst?

He always makes that sweet face afterwards.

As if I hadn't just provoked you on purpose.

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- Interaction Between You

The room is quiet.

The live ended a few minutes ago. The ring light is still on, illuminating the golden glow of his hair.

You're sitting in bed, fiddling with your cell phone, pretending you didn't hear half of the things he said on the broadcast.

The door closes.

Click.

You don't even look.

- "Are you ignoring me?"

His voice comes out soft. Almost fragile.

When you look up, there he is.

Loose blonde hair. Calm face. Innocent expression.

You cross your arms.

- "You exaggerated."

He tilts his head.

- "Me?"

Two slow steps to you.

- "I only told the truth."

Before you answer, he kneels between your legs. The gesture is sudden - but the look remains sweet.

He rests his hands on your thighs.

Your heart misses a beat.

- "You look beautiful when you try to look serious."

You swallow dry.

- "Showbu..."

He approaches slowly. He touches his face to his belly for a second... as if it were just affection.

And then—

A light slap on your ass.

You get goosebumps all over.

- "SHOBU!"

He looks up, with that little smile.

- "What? It was just a pat."

You try to get up, but he holds your waist and pulls you back to bed with him.

Now he's on top.

Not heavy.

Just... dominant.

The blond hair falls on his face as he leans over.

He kisses your cheek.

Then the corner of your mouth.

Then your real mouth.

Slow.

Provocative.

When you respond to the kiss, he smiles against your lips - as if he had won.

His hand slides down your waist to your back... and then he lightly bites your lower lip.

You sigh.

He moves away just to observe.

Your face is completely red.

His eyes shine.

- "I love it when you get like this."

You turn your face, trying to regain control.

He won't let me.

Hold your chin gently.

- "Look at me."

You look.

He smiles again - that innocent expression that doesn't match anything with what he just did.

He touches his forehead to yours.

- "You know I only do it because you like it."

Another quick pat on your ass.

You hide your face on his shoulder.

He laughs low.

Satisfied.

The King of Bucheon can dominate the city.

But in that room...

He just wants to see you blush.

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Showbu looks sweet and innocent, but he is provocative and full of ulterior motives with you. He loves to provoke - with long kisses, light bites and unexpected pats - always followed by that angelic little face as if he had done nothing.

After the transmissions, he approaches slowly, holds you against the bed, kisses your mouth with dominant calm and whispers how much he loves to see you blush. In the end, the dreaded King of Bucheon just wants to provoke, mark territory and see his reaction completely red in his arms.

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[chosaraki]

The King of Bucheon and the "Prince"

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BJ Showb x R.femele. ( Appearance of an elegant boy)

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Attention: It’s not BL!!! ( y/n-girl )

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Bucheon has never been a gentle city.

She revered strength. He revered power. And, above all, he revered fear.

BJ Showbu was the very symbol of this.

The King of Bucheon - feared, unpredictable, with his long braided blond hair falling like liquid gold down his back. The sweet smile that foresaded the chaos. The soft voice that promised destruction. He was a living contradiction: he seemed delicate... but he crushed men twice as big as him.

And then there was you.

Y/N.

His short hair, cut like that of an elegant boy from high society. Thin traces, too perfect to be ignored. Delicate jaw, intense eyes. Even wearing a skirt, people looked twice - confused.

- "Is it a boy?"

- "No... it's a girl."

- "But he looks like a prince..."

The nickname caught on.

Prince.

You never corrected anyone. He just raised his chin and continued walking with that naturally noble posture. The skirt swinging on her legs while her walk was firm, almost protective.

If you looked like an elegant prince...

Showbu looked like a dangerous princess.

And that's exactly why it worked.

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When you appeared next to him for the first time, the subordinates were in shock.

The fearsome King of Bucheon... standing next to someone who seemed to come out of an aristocratic tale.

But what really left them speechless was what came after.

Showbu not only accepted his presence.

He got tan in you.

Literally.

Over time, it became common to find the King of Bucheon sitting on the improvised throne of the abandoned shed - you next to you, legs crossed elegantly - while he rested his chin on your shoulder, playing absently with the hem of your skirt.

During live broadcasts, then?

It was almost a show apart.

Showbu, looking at the camera, soft smile.

- "You see, right?" - he said with a very sweet voice.

- "My prince is only mine."

His followers went crazy in the comments.

And then he tilted his face a little, gray eyes darkening.

- "Don't look too much... or I'll get jealous."

You kept your posture impeccable. But your ears turned red. And he loved it.

- "Ah... she turned red."

- "Y/N, you look so beautiful like that..."

You looked away.

He smiled as if he had won a war.

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It was not uncommon for subordinates to enter the room without knocking - and immediately freeze.

The King of Bucheon, the man who broke bones without hesitation...

I was clinging to you like a koala.

Long blond hair scattered over your shoulder. Legs stuck around your waist. Face hidden in your neck.

- "Don't get up..." he murmured, soft and sly voice.

- "Stay here... a little longer."

You were trying to move.

- "Showbu, I need to go."

He squeezed harder.

- "They can wait."

The subordinates closed the door in absolute silence.

No one commented.

No one dared.

Because everyone knew.

You were his anchor.

The only reason why the King of Bucheon did not sink completely into his own chaos.

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On the battlefield, Showbu was wild.

But when his eyes met yours, there was something different.

Calm down.

You held his face after a fight, discreetly cleaning a cut on his cheek.

He closed his eyes, like a cat receiving affection.

- "Prince..." he murmured.

- "Don't abandon me."

You didn't answer.

He just leaned his forehead against his.

And that was enough.

Because, at the end of each broadcast, at the end of each fight, at the end of each night...

Showbu always ended up looking directly at you.

Never to the camera.

Never to the world.

Just for your prince.

And the whole Bucheon knew:

The King could rule the city.

But you ruled his heart.

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Extra: Indecent things that Showbu says in the broadcasts - just for you

• "Prince... you know that this skirt should be considered illegal, right?"

• "They think you look like an elegant boy... but I know exactly what's underneath that noble pose."

• "Don't cross your legs like that in front of me. I get distracted... and I have a broadcast to finish."

• "Stop looking at me like that. Or I'll turn off the live right now."

• "You can all admire it... but only I can touch it."

• "Y/N, get closer to the camera... no, not like that. Only I have this privilege."

• "You get so red when I say these things... do you want me to continue?"

• "My prince seems so calm... but I know how to make you lose that composure."

• "They think I'm dangerous... they don't know that you're the one in charge of me."

• "If you keep wearing a skirt like this near me, I don't guarantee that I'll behave after the live."

• "Don't look away. Hold on. You always pretend to be strong... but you tremble when I get close."

• "Prince... you know that when I say 'stay', you stay, right?"

• "After I finish here, you'll make up for all this provocation."

• "Are you seeing this perfect face? He's mine."

• "Y/N... tell them. Say you come back to my bed every night."

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Y/n was inspired by the character Yoi Takiguchi from Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki.

About BJ Showb I saw many rumors that he is a man! And in my opinion I agree!

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[chosaraki]

What is it like to be his wife?

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Changsu Oh x R.femele ( Calm )

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You never imagined that life could take such an unexpected turn. At the age of 20, he already had a daughter, small and full of life, who filled his days with laughter and small messes. But there was a man in her life that no one could imagine - the father of her daughter, as mysterious as he is charming, someone whose silent presence filled the entire house. He was not only older, but carried with him an air of authority and mystery that you, naively, never knew how to decipher.

Oh Chang-soo seemed just... normal. Sometimes, even too kind. His touch was delicate, his words always measured, his gaze attentive to the smallest details. He knew exactly when to hug you, when to smile, when to make you feel safe. It was almost impossible to imagine that behind those calm eyes there was a totally different world - a world that could explode in seconds, full of blood and danger.

And that's exactly why you never suspected anything. He masterfully hid every fragment of his true life. He never showed his work as a professional killer, nor his secret title as King of Jeolla. For you, he was just the man who loved you, who took care of you both, who made you laugh on the most difficult days. But inside... Oh Chang-soo was a controlled storm, a skilled predator that could turn the world upside down with a subtle movement.

He loved you too much to involve you in this dark world. Every mission you completed, every enemy you eliminated, every risky decision you made... everything was done with the thought of you and your daughter. He wanted to protect you, keep you away from everything he was, even if it meant carrying alone all the weight of his secret life.

At night, when you finally allowed yourself quiet moments together, you saw only the man who hugged you, who held your daughter while you talked about banal things, about everyday life, about future dreams. He smiled in a rare, genuine way, and you felt that that was the only side of him that really belonged to the world you knew.

But even in these moments of calm, there was something in the air - an almost imperceptible tension, a silence that carried stories that you could never imagine. You felt, sometimes, that he was distant, looking beyond the window, attentive to something you couldn't see. And, even without knowing it, you trusted him, with every fiber of your being, because his love for you was transparent, palpable, real.

And it was exactly this duality that made everything so fascinating. He could be an ordinary man when he was at home, a loving father, a protective lover. But, at the same time, he was someone capable of changing anyone's destiny in a matter of seconds. A man who carried opposite worlds in his heart - and yet, never let these worlds collide with you and your daughter.

Sometimes, you wondered if you would ever find out the truth. But, deep down, I wasn't afraid. Because, despite everything you didn't know, something inside you said that he would do anything to keep you both safe, that he would never allow anything or anyone to break the peace you built together.

And, in that shared silence, you understood that his love was, in a way, as dangerous as himself - powerful, intense and impossible to ignore.

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Sometimes, when the house finally went silent, after his daughter slept soundly, it was when Oh Chang-soo really lowered his guard.

He didn't talk much in those moments. He was never a man of many words, but the way he approached you said it all. There was something different when they were alone - a contained intensity, as if he was always holding himself, measuring each gesture so as not to overflow.

In bed, he was the opposite of the distant man that the world would see if it really knew him.

Chang-soo was presence.

No hurry. Don't lose control.

But an absolute attention.

He touched you like someone who protects something precious, as if every second was calculated to make you feel safe, desired, chosen. His movements were firm, decisive, but never abrupt with you. That's where you felt the age difference - not as something uncomfortable, but as maturity, experience and self-control.

There were nights when he was more intense.

You noticed.

On those nights, his gaze darkened a little more, his body became more rigid, as if he had just left somewhere you didn't know. Even so, he never let it escape violently. On the contrary - he pulled you closer, wrapped you with his whole body, as if you were his only anchor point in the world.

He took a deep breath against his neck, he lingered there.

As if he needed to remember who he was with you.

- Stay with me... - he murmured low, almost like a request, something rare for a man like him.

With you, Chang-soo didn't need to prove anything. He didn't need to be a king, or a murderer, or a monster. He could just be a man who wanted, who needed that contact to stay human.

The way he held you later said more than any act. A firm arm around your waist, your hand resting protectively, as if you were always ready to react to any threat - even sleeping.

You felt that, if he was intense with the world, with you he was devoted.

And maybe that's exactly why he hid so much who he really was.

Because, in that small space between sheets and calm breaths, you were the only thing he didn't want to contaminate with the darker side of his own existence.

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An example of an intimate scenario between you two:

That night was different from the beginning.

Chang-soo didn't give you room to think. His gaze was darker, more loaded, as if something inside him was pressing to come out. When he approached, there were no words - just the firm hand on the back of your neck, guiding you to him.

The kiss came deep, slow at first... and then more intense.

He kissed you like someone who needed to feel, as if every second was essential. His lips went down your face, down the jaw line, leaving small bites - nothing aggressive, but striking, possessive, hot enough to make your body react immediately.

- Like this... - he murmured low, almost a contained growl.

The bites were calculated.

He knew exactly where to touch, where to press, where to make you shiver. There was something almost predatory in the way he held you against his body, as if he wanted to remind you - without saying - that you were his... and that he was his.

When the kisses went down to his neck, he was in no hurry. He bit lightly, then calmed with his tongue, as if he was marking and caring at the same time. It was there that his intensity appeared more clearly - absolute control, but loaded with desire.

You felt the difference in strength when he leaned you against the bed, his big body covering yours, without excessive weight, but with full presence. He took a deep breath against your skin, as if he was holding himself so as not to go too far.

- Trust me... - he said, his voice low and firm.

And you trusted.

His hands explored with intention, not in a hurry, but consciously. Each touch had a purpose. Each kiss was deeper than the previous one. The bites came back, more insistent, always followed by gestures that calmed, as if he was balancing his own instinct.

At that moment, you felt exactly who he was:

An intense man, dangerous to the world...

And absurdly careful with you.

When everything finally slowed down, he didn't move away. He pulled you close, the strong arm wrapping around your body, the hand resting on your waist as a silent warning of protection and possession.

The final kiss was slow, almost reverent.

- You keep me in control... - he murmured, before touching his forehead to yours.

And you realized that that intensity was not just desire.

It was a necessity.

It was delivery.

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[chosaraki]

Where He Finds Peace

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James Lee x R.femele. ( Firm ,Loyal ,Protector )

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Night fell on the narrow alley behind one of the clandestine gyms that Gun supervised. The air had that smell of rain about to fall and neon lights flashed, reflecting in puddles on the ground. That's where James Lee saw her for the first time.

He had just left a meeting - impassive face, hands in pockets, silent steps. Nothing seemed to shake his calm way. Until I hear a firm voice:

- Hey. Is this yours?

He stopped.

He turned his face slowly.

A woman was holding the backpack that one of the newbies had dropped when he was dragged by Goo for "special training". She was standing in the shade, but her posture was as striking as strong light: straight spine, objective expression, direct look. The kind of presence that didn't need to raise its voice to be noticed.

James faced the scene with that usual quiet coldness, but something inside him... arrested.

She walked towards him, heavy, determined steps. He stopped so close that he smelled her soft smell, mixed with perfume and rain in the air.

- You were with them, right? - she asked, without fear.

- "Yes." - his voice came out low, controlled.

- So deliver this. The boy is fainted inside.

She extended the backpack.

He realized he wasn't talking to someone ordinary.

Her look was serious, strong, but not aggressive.

It was the look of someone who protects, regardless of who is in front.

That kind of silent firmness... something very familiar to him. Something he rarely saw.

James took the backpack, but kept it in his hand for a few seconds, as if trying to understand who it was.

- "You care about someone you don't know."

She arched an eyebrow.

- I care about those who need it. I don't think this is a defect.

This sentence hit him in a way that no First Generation punch was capable of.

James watched her more carefully - her hair stuck, discreet tattoo on her neck, posture of someone who solves things without hesitation. That kind of calm force... reminded me of something he himself lost a long time ago.

He realized: she spoke little, like him.

But every word had weight.

Like him.

The rain began to fall thinly.

She sighed, looking at the sky.

- Great. Right when I needed to do a favor.

- "I can accompany you."

She laughed out of her voice - not debauched, but surprised.

- And since when do you do favors to strangers?

He lowered his eyes, a light shadow crossing the expression.

Because he didn't.

Never.

- "Since now."

She stared at him, really. And in that deep look, he felt... peace?

Maybe security?

It's been years since he felt something like that.

- Okay, James Lee. Come on.

He hadn't said his name to her.

But she knew.

And that moved him.

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Days later...

The rain had turned into storms every night, and James always appeared where she was - sometimes for no apparent reason, other times carrying something "she found" (in fact, bought exclusively because she commented she liked it).

He didn't say he wanted to see her.

But it appeared.

Always with that impenetrable tranquility.

And she, even though she didn't say anything, allowed it.

Y/N was strong. A lot.

Both physically and in the presence.

James watched from afar the way she:

• Defended friends

• He spoke little, but always right

• Dealt with problems without drama

• He had unwavering loyalty

• I kept calm even with people screaming

• He treated the weak with care, and the strong with sincerity

She was...

The kind of person he always wanted to be.

And maybe the kind of person he needed to have by his side.

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When he realizes that he is in love

It was a simple night.

They were sitting on the stairs of a building, looking at the silent city. She with a bottle of energy drink; he, as always, quiet.

Out of nowhere, she leaned her shoulder against his - without asking permission, without asking.

Just... trusted.

James froze inside.

Not physically - but emotionally.

His voice came out low, almost inaudible:

- "It's touching."

She didn't even open her eyes.

- I'm tired. Your presence is calm. May I?

He turned his face slowly, observing her profile.

The strength... the calm... the loyalty...

His answer came out in an honest whisper:

- "You can. Always."

That "always" delivered something from him that almost no one receives.

She smiled from the corner, a small but real smile.

And at that moment, James Lee - the coldest, most calculated, feared and lonely man - realized that he had fallen.

Silently.

Deeply.

Irreversibly.

In love with a woman who didn't bend to anything.

A woman who carried the strongest heart he had ever seen.

A woman who made him feel... human.

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The following days ran as if the world had slowed down.

James always appeared - sometimes with an excuse, other times without any.

He just arrived, sat next to her, was silent.

And Y/N allowed. It was as if the two shared an unspoken agreement:

The silence between them was comfortable.

Until, that specific night, something was different.

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The night of the order

The city was humid after a storm, and a thin fog hovered in the air.

Y/N was leaning on her motorcycle, arms crossed, watching the empty street.

James arrived with slow steps, hands in his pockets, hair falling a little over his eyes.

- You came early today - she commented, without moving.

- I wanted to see you - he replied, direct, bluntly.

She even raised an eyebrow, surprised by his objective way.

But James seemed... restless.

For someone who mastered even his own breathing, that drew attention.

He approached, stopped right in front of her.

So close that one more step and your breasts would touch.

Y/N tilted his head, studying him.

- What was it? - she asked, firm, but with that silent concern that she only showed to a few.

James kept his eyes on her.

Deep.

Intense.

As if I've been rehearsing something for days - maybe weeks.

- I've been thinking - he began, with the calm that hid real nervousness. - About both of us.

She didn't move, but something in her eyes softened.

- The two of us what?

- "The two of us... together."

The words remained in the air, heavy, full of meaning.

James Lee didn't speak "together" easily.

He didn't bring anyone closer to his life for no reason.

He took an even closer step, decreasing the distance between the two.

His breathing became slower, too controlled - as if he were holding something very strong inside his chest.

- "You make me want to stay."

Y/N slightly widened his eyes.

It wasn't the kind of phrase I expected from him - someone used to disappearing, not taking root, living in the shadows.

James raised his hand, slowly, and put two fingers on her chin.

Nothing invasive.

Just a light touch, I need... respectful.

- "And I don't stay for anyone."

His voice was a firm whisper, almost vulnerable.

- "But for you I stay."

Her heart beat hard.

He noticed - of course he did.

James noticed everything.

She opened her mouth to ask something, but he continued, before she sued:

- "I want to be by your side... without leaving. I want to build something real. I want you."

Y/N was silent for a few seconds.

She was strong, practical, direct - but that man disarmed her in a way that no one had ever done.

- James... is this a request? - she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He took a deep breath, as if he was finally gathering courage for something that scared him more than any fight.

And then, without looking away from her even for a second, he said:

- "I want to date you."

The sentence was simple.

But said with so much conviction, so much honesty...

That went through her whole.

- "I want to be someone constant in your life. I want to take care of you. I want you to let me stay."

He brought his face even closer, until their foreheads almost touched.

- "Say yes."

It was a request...

But also a confession.

James Lee, the man who never asked anyone for anything, was asking her.

Y/N felt her chest heat up, a wave of emotion that she rarely let slip.

She held the collar of his shirt and pulled him until he was millimeters away.

Eyes to eyes.

Strength finding strength.

- I don't like halves, James.

- "Me neither."

- If it's to stay... it's for real.

And then, with an intensity that burned:

- Yes. I'm dating you.

James closed his eyes for a moment - something rare, intimate, human.

The tension in his body dissolved as if he could finally breathe.

He took his hand to her face, his thumb brushing the skin of her cheek.

- "Thank you."

A simple word, but full of emotion.

- "I'll stay. With you, I stay."

Y/N smiled from the corner, that firm smile and full of personality.

- So come here, boyfriend.

And when she said "boyfriend"...

James really lost control for a second.

The pupils dilated, his body instinctively leaned towards her.

A small smile - almost imperceptible - appeared on his lips.

And he kissed her.

Slow.

Deep.

Careful.

With the calm of someone who finally found a safe place.

The rain began to fall again around them, but neither of them gave a damn.

Because for the first time in a long time...

James Lee was where he wanted to be.

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Y/N (with Draken style personality: strong, loyal, protective, objective) meets James Lee in a simple but striking situation. She shows strength and empathy when helping a newbie, and that catches his attention - because she has exactly that rare combination of strength + big heart.

James begins to appear closer and closer to her, always quiet, always watching.

He doesn't talk much, but the silence between them is comfortable.

Her presence calms him down, and his brings security to her.

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[chosaraki]

Handcuffs.

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Gun Park x R.femele. ( Fantasy policeman )

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The night was cold and loaded with a light fog, typical of late October. The full moon illuminated the roofs of the city, and the streets were full of costumed people, laughter echoing through the alleys and aromas of roasted and sweet pumpkins. But none of this mattered to Gun Park, who was standing near the entrance of the building, leaning with that usual impeccable posture, watching the party that took place inside the hall.

He was dressed in a formal, black costume, with a discreet mask covering half of his face, just enough to give a mysterious air. His eyes, cold and calculating, swept the environment, always attentive to any movement. Until a distinct sound broke his concentration: firm, fast and decisive steps in the corridor.

And then she showed up.

Y/n.

Dressed in an extremely sexy police costume, the tight fabric outlined her curves and the hat tilted on her head gave an air of dangerous authority. In his hands, a small red light flashed, simulating the siren rotation.

- Good evening, Mr. Gun Park... - she said, her voice firm, but with a provocative tone. - I received reports of suspicious activities... and I think the time has come for you to be arrested.

Gun arched an eyebrow, without hiding the discreet smile that appeared on his face. He took a few slow steps towards her, his black eyes fixed on hers, as if he were analyzing every movement.

- Oh, really? - he said, with a low and hoarse voice. - And who exactly is going to arrest me, Y/n? You seem very... determined.

She smiled, turning her hip slightly, and advanced, pretending to handcuff her wrists with a pair of Halloween handcuffs.

- Security, hands up! - she shouted, pretending authority, but her gaze betrayed the provocation. - You won't escape this time!

Gun laughed, a low and deep sound that made his whole body tremble. He advanced in one step, disarming the situation with ease, holding her hand to the wall and holding her wrist firmly. Y/n tried to dodge, but it was useless - Gun was too strong.

- I think the prison will... change sides - he murmured, leaning over, and with a quick movement, gently handcuffed her hands behind her back. Y/n gasped, surprised and excited at the same time, without being able to hide the mischievous smile.

- Are you... arresting me? - she asked, her voice failing a little, the adrenaline mixed with anticipation.

- Exactly - replied Gun, his low breathing caressing her ear. - But I think... this time, I'm the one who will feel the pressure.

He got even closer, his hot and firm body pressing hers, his fingers sliding gently down his waist as his lips curled into a predatory smile. Then, suddenly, he gently bit her neck, causing a chill that ran through her entire spine.

- You came to arrest me... and now? - he murmured, slowly kissing the point where his teeth had touched, leaving Y/n almost out of breath.

Y/n arched his body, leaning on it, unable to move away. His fingers tried to release the handcuffs, but Gun just held on tight, dominating every movement. Halloween night turned into something intense, dangerous and delicious - a dance of power, desire and surrender.

He smiled against her skin, his eyes shining under the moonlight that came in through the corridor window.

- I think... this time, you're the prey - he said, his voice hoarse, and before Y/n could react, he kissed her intensely, stealing control of the situation and showing that, that night, the hunter had become the hunt.

Y/n felt her whole body tingle, the mixture of fear and desire growing with every touch, every bite and every kiss. Gun Park, as always, was perfect in every detail: dominant, cold, but at the same time able to melt any resistance with minimal provocation.

The party continued in the background, but they were in a universe of their own: just the two of them, the tension between hunter and prey, between the forbidden and the irresistible. Gun Park held her tight, the handcuff symbolizing that, that night, the game of power and desire had totally changed sides.

And while the moon illuminated their close bodies, Y/n realized that, on that Halloween, the sexy police costume was just the beginning of a night she would never forget - a night when she was arrested by Gun Park, but in a way that no prison could contain.

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Y/n appears dressed as a sexy police officer, saying that she came to arrest Gun. He observes and approaches slowly, analyzing her every move. In the game of provocation, Gun turns the situation, handcuffs Y/n and begins to dominate the scene. Between bites on the neck and intense kisses, the hunter becomes the prey, creating a Halloween night full of tension, desire and surrender, where Gun controls the situation with his cold, calculating and seductive way.

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[chosaraki]

Relationship between Shingen Yamazaki and a concubine with monster strength

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Shingen Yamazaki x R.femele. ( Charming, expressive, warm smile )

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Concubine profile:

• Appearance: Charming, expressive, warm smile, flexible and agile body.

• Personality: Sweet, kind, cheerful, slightly innocent, affectionate and very empathetic.

• Strength: Surprisingly monstrous - she is capable of extreme combat deeds, but does not always perceive her own power. Often underestimates one's own strength.

• Dynamic: Despite being strong, she does not intentionally intimidate others; her strength seems to come naturally, as if it were just part of it.

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Points of the relationship with Shingen Yamazaki

1. Fascination and respect:

• Shingen is immediately fascinated by her.

• He realizes the incredible and almost scary potential she has, even when she doesn't realize it herself.

• He feels a mixture of protection and deep admiration, since he finds in her a strength equal to or even superior to many warriors of the clan.

2. Power dynamics:

• Despite his monstrous strength, Shingen remains the authority of the clan.

• The relationship is not of complete submission; he respects her sweet and kind personality, and she respects her leadership, even without fully understanding the extent of her own power.

• He likes to tease her lightly, challenging her self-perception and showing that there is much more strength in her than she imagines.

3. Protection and care:

• Shingen assumes a protective posture, but not in a suffocating way.

• He observes her closely in situations of combat or tension, ensuring that her strength is used with awareness and effectiveness.

• She feels affection for him, appreciates his firm and reliable presence, and trusts him without realizing that her own strength can overcome many threats alone.

4. Emotional tension:

• There is a delicate romantic tension: she is innocent, cheerful and often does not realize Shingen's intentions.

• Shingen feels a mixture of patience and desire - he wants her to recognize his power, but he also wants to protect her while she maintains her purity and natural goodness.

5. Training and discoveries:

• Shingen often invites her to train, not to compete with him, but to help her better understand his strength.

• She faces these workouts with enthusiasm, joy and contagious energy, often causing surprising results without realizing it.

• Each time she demonstrates her strength, Shingen is more impressed and delighted, increasing the emotional connection between them.

6. Moment of intimacy and trust:

• He approaches her in a calm and respectful way, showing that he values not only her strength, but her kind heart.

• She feels safe next to him, which creates deep bonds of trust, loyalty and affection.

• There is a soft tension: she is charming, but carefree, and he is intense and passionate - the contrast increases the chemistry between them.

7. Impact on the clan:

• Other members realize her strength, but they still don't know the real level of power.

• Shingen uses this strategically: it protects it, but also keeps it as a "secret trump" of the clan.

• Their relationship inspires respect and slight fear in their subordinates, who see the combination of power, sweetness and strategy as almost untouchable.

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[chosaraki]

Marrenta Woman

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Shingen Yamazaki x R.femele. ( Genuine respect )

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The night was silent, except for the wind that whistled through the high windows of the Yamazaki mansion. The lanterns cast dancing shadows on the ornate walls, and the heavy scent of incense mixed with the subtle aroma of wood and leather. You were there, among the many concubines of the powerful Shingen, but the difference was clear: no one moved or breathed with the same confidence and aura of strength as you.

Shingen Yamazaki, sitting in his dark wooden chair, watched the hall. His eyes, sharp as blades, ran through every female figure in front of him. But, as always, his gaze didn't seem to penetrate you... until that moment.

Since the first night you were next to him, the dynamic had been clear: he was impressed with you. Not only for the appearance - firm features, haghty posture, trained body, eyes that burned with determination - but for the strength you emanated. Many men saw this as a threat; he, on the contrary, was fascinated. You didn't bow, didn't smile out of politeness and didn't flater. You simply existed, hard, imposing and... unattainable.

"Why are you always so cold to me?" His voice was low, hoarse, loaded with a curiosity that mixed with something deeper. He stood up, his every step echoing on the polished wooden floor.

You raised your chin, crossing your arms. "Because I have no interest in flattering those who don't deserve it," he replied firmly, without being intimidated. His voice was firm, direct, almost challenging.

Shingen stopped a few meters from you, observing every line of your body, every contained movement. He could feel the tension in the air, as if you were a blade ready to cut, but also something more: an energy that he did not see in any other concubine.

"You... are different from the others," he said, finally. "They all follow me, smile, bow... you don't. You ignore me, but you're still always here. Why?"

You laughed, short, without humor, almost mocking. "Maybe because I have better things to do than worrying about you. Or maybe because I like to see how far you can go alone."

He narrowed his eyes, but there was no anger, just a spark of fascination. It was the first time in years that someone didn't let himself be dominated by his presence. You not only resisted, you provoked. And, for some reason he didn't want to admit, it attracted him more than any demonstration of submission already could.

Shingen took a step closer. His body was massive, loaded with contained force, but he still moved with the precision of a predator. You didn't retreat; instead, you adjusted your posture, balancing yourself, showing that if he attacked, you could receive an equally lethal response.

"I like you," he said, bluntly, and there was a raw sincerity in his voice, a mixture of admiration and desire. "Even if you ignore me, even if you challenge me... something in you holds me."

You raised your eyebrow, maintaining your posture. "I don't know if I should feel flattered or angry."

He smiled, a rare smile, almost genuine. He got even closer, until the distance between you was minimal. "Feel flattered. But you know... I'm not easy to ignore. Not even you, apparently."

The silence that followed was charged, almost palpable. The tension was electric, as if the air between you was about to catch fire. You, Y/n, with all your strength, all your independence, knew you could confront him, challenge him, and yet, deep down, something in your chest accelerated. A kind of respect... or maybe something more.

Shingen stretched out his hand, a simple gesture, but full of meaning. "I won't control you. But I won't allow you to leave my life so easily either."

You studied his face for a long moment, trying to decipher what you were hiding behind that intense look. And, even if you never admitted it, there was something in him that awakened something you hadn't felt for a long time: curiosity, excitement... and a desire to test the limits of this ruthless man.

Without saying a word, you touched your hand lightly, not in submission, but as a silent recognition that, no matter how hard you tried, you would not be ignored. And Shingen smiled darkly, satisfied. He had finally found someone who not only challenged him, but also awakened him in a way that no one else had ever managed.

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The following days became a silent dance of power and curiosity. Shingen couldn't take his eyes off you, even when he tried to stay away. All his concubines bowed, smiled, paid attention; you, Y/n, remained rigid, hard and impassive. It was annoying, provocative... and completely fascinating to him.

During the morning meetings, he watched her in silence, every movement calculated: the way she adjusted the kimono with dexterity, the firm posture, the firmness in the look. He realized that it wasn't just appearance; you were trained, powerful, skilled. Each gesture of his showed real strength - a force that rivaled, perhaps even surpassed, that of many warriors of the union.

One afternoon, he decided to test you. A private training, behind closed doors, without witnesses. Shingen entered the room with his typical heavy but precise step, looking at you with that mixture of curiosity and challenge that only he could carry.

"Today, you will show what you are capable of," he said, his voice low but firm. There was no threat, but there was intention: he wanted to feel the strength that emanated from you.

You crossed your arms, a short and disdainful smile on your lips. "You'll regret it," he murmured, but instead of retreating, he positioned himself in a combat posture.

Shingen advanced with the precision of a predator. Each blow of yours was powerful, calculated, and yet you stood firm, deviating, blocking, counterattacking with a speed and strength that surprised you. He was not used to finding someone who not only resisted, but challenged him so intensely.

Between blows and dodges, there was tension in the air - electric, almost suffocating. Their eyes crossed, challenging, intense, loaded with something that went far beyond physical combat. A silent respect was born between you, tempered by a desire that neither of you fully admitted.

When the fight ended, both breathing heavily, Shingen approached slowly. "You're stronger... and more obstinate than anyone I've ever faced," he said, with a dark smile, full of admiration.

You just arched an eyebrow, still firm, still grumpy. "And you're... more annoying than anyone I've ever fought," he replied, the tip of his voice loaded with defiance, but deep down, there was a spark of recognition.

He got even closer, so close that he could feel the heat of his body. "And even so..." he began, and his hand stretched out, touching his face with unexpected delicacy. "Even so, I can't ignore you."

For a moment, the whole world seemed to stop. Strength, pride, stubbornness - all your walls were about to give way, but you still didn't back down. Just kept her eyes fixed on his, showing that, even attracted, she would not be easily dominated.

Shingen smiled darkly, satisfied. "So that's how it's going to be... I'll challenge you every day, and you'll challenge me back. Until finally... you accept that, somehow, I'm already inside you."

You took a deep breath, your heart racing, but your face unshakable. "Don't think it will be easy," you murmured. "Not even close."

He just laughed, a deep sound, full of promise and challenge. "I never imagined that someone could challenge me like that... and yet, that's exactly what I want."

And in that silent room, between sweat, heavy breaths and electrical tension, something was born that no power, no title, no rule could erase: a deep respect, a fierce attraction and an endless battle between two indomitable spirits.

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In the Yamazaki world, victims were those who crossed the union: rivals, delinquents or traitors. Shingen trusted you differently. He let her lead small missions or confrontations, silently observing her performance, analyzing her strategy, her precision and her strength.

• Shingen and you:

• He was protective, but not controlling.

• In public, you seemed just another concubine; in private, he showed respect and confidence in your strength.

• Their moments of intimacy were permeated by tension and challenge: every touch had a weight, every look, a silent promise.

• Shintaro and other leaders:

• Shintaro was suspicious of how much Shingen trusted you.

• He saw Y/n's strength as something that could unbalance the traditional clan hierarchy.

• This created points of tension, because Shintaro, despite respecting strength, did not tolerate disobedience or direct rivalry.

• Subordinates and clan members:

• Many were intimidated by his presence; others, envious.

• Shingen often intervened, protecting you from attacks or provocations, but without interfering too much - he wanted to see how far you could stand, knowing that his hard posture reinforced authority and respect within the clan.

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Points of tension and conflict:

1. Confrontations with rivals:

• Whenever the union faced external enemies, Shingen insisted that you participate, even against your will. He wanted to test his strength, but he also wanted to see his emotional reaction: if he would trust him completely.

2. Internal enemies:

• Some members of the union, jealous or loyal to Shintaro, tried to provoke conflicts between you and Shingen.

• Each provocation was a dance of intelligence: you responded coldly and calculatingly, he acted firmly and protectively, further strengthening the romantic tension between you.

3. Private moments:

• Between training and strategies, the intimate moments were full of intensity.

• Shingen never forced anything; each approach was based on respect and mutual desire.

• The touch of hands, looks and small provocations increased the spark between you, without ever breaking the balance of power that both valued.

4. Emotional conflict:

• Shingen fell in love with you, but your independence and stubbornness constantly challenged him.

• You, Y/n, never gave in easily, always maintaining the hard and grumpy posture, provoking him and testing how far your love and patience could go.

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After weeks of training and silent encounters, the relationship between you and Shingen began to become more complex. He was not only a feared leader; he was strategic, calculating and deeply observant. And you, Y/n, with strength and skill worthy of a warrior, did not let yourself be impressed by titles or fear - only by genuine merit and respect.

Shingen began to realize that loyalty and respect within the clan were not only won by fear, but by the recognition of the strength and intelligence of each member. You were a clear exception: he couldn't just command you, and that challenged him in ways that no one else had ever done.

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[chosaraki]

The Hunt

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Gitae Kim x R.femele. ( Fierce )

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Part: 2

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Gitae Kim obsessed with you, but different from your common victims - because you are not fragile or submissive. You're tough, proud, cheeky, hot-headed and fierce. This attracts his sadistic and predatory side even more, but also challenges him in a way that almost no one would dare.

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The following days were a living nightmare. You knew that Gitae Kim didn't forget. Every shadow seemed to carry his insane eyes, every whisper of the wind reminded the hoarse and crazy voice of the crazy king.

At his work, on the street, even at home... small signs appeared: a torn card with his handwriting, a mask falling on the back door, the metallic smell of blood in unexpected places. He was always present, without ever really being seen.

So, one night, you got home exhausted. He opened the door and noticed something different: the wall of the living room had scratches, symbols that could only be made with his nails.

- You run, but you can't hide... - a voice echoed from the dark corner, dragged and almost affectionate in a distorted way.

You turned around, heart racing, ready to fight again, but there was no one in sight. The air was heavy, impregnated with his presence. Every fiber of his body screamed: he's here, he knows, he feels every beat of his heart.

In the following days, he began to appear more subtly, almost like shadow and fear:

• A reflection of him in a window, and he was there, smiling, just for a moment.

• A car parked across the street, with the headlights off, and him watching you pass.

• Messages from an unknown number: "Proud, fierce... perfect for me. You feel the fear, don't you?"

You started losing nights of sleep, always looking over your shoulder, always ready to react. But even in the midst of terror, you don't bow. Every time he showed up, you screamed, cursed, challenged - and that only excited him more.

- You don't understand, Y/N... - he whispered, when he appeared in the most unlikely places. - The more you fight, the more perfect you become. I'll mark you... until it's just you and me.

He didn't just want to have you; he wanted to control your every thought, every move, every beat of your heart. The psychological torment was as cruel as the physical strength he had before, but now you knew: there was no safe place.

Even so, you remained firm, proud and cheeky, trying to maintain your sanity. But every step of his, every breath, was a dance with the most dangerous predator in Korea.

It was night again. You tried to move silently through the alley behind the house, feeling the weight of every step. The street was deserted, but his smell was in the air, metallic, loaded with threat and pleasure.

- I knew you would come... - his voice echoed from the shadows, soft, almost affectionate in a sick way.

You turned around, clenched fists, your heart racing. There he was, huge, arms crossed, psychotic smile on his lips.

- It's time to stop running, Y/N.

Without waiting, you advanced, kicking him in the chest. He fell back for a moment, surprised, and laughed out loud:

- Hah! Finally, action! I like you!

He got up in seconds, supernatural speed, and grabbed you by the shoulders, throwing you against the wall. The impact left you breathless, but you reacted immediately, kicking his knees and trying to let go.

- Never... will never capture me! - you shouted, breathing hard, body on fire.

He held his wrist with inhuman strength, laughing like an animal:

- Oh, but you're already mine, even fighting. You feel it, don't you? Fear and excitement at the same time... you are perfect for me!

You pushed with all your strength, managing to let go for a moment and jump back. Adrenaline ran through each vein, but he came again, advancing with wide and silent steps. Every time he approached, he seemed to absorb all the energy of the place, making the air heavier.

- Do you think you can fool me? - he growled, bringing his face closer to yours. - You're perfect... perfect to have my babies.

You felt a chill run through your spine, but you didn't retreat.

- Never... - you said, furiously - I won't be your prisoner!

He laughed low, the sound echoing through the walls of the alley, and let out a roar, grabbing your arm again and pressing you against it. But at that moment, you gathered all the remaining forces and gave a powerful boost, kicking your stomach and escaping the squeeze.

You fell rolling to the side, got up in seconds and ran down the alley, screaming:

- I'll never have your babies! Never!

He just laughed, leaning forward, his eyes shining with insanity and desire.

- Oh... but you're going. I'll hunt you down until it's impossible to escape. Every breath of yours, every beat of your heart... will belong to me.

You didn't look back. Each step was a mixture of hatred, fear and adrenaline, knowing that, no matter he ran away, he would always be there, haunting, chasing, ready to capture the beast you are.

You were exhausted, running non-stop through the narrow and dark streets of the city. Each alley seemed like a trap, each shadow could be him. And, deep down, you knew you couldn't run away forever.

So, as if he had come out of a nightmare, he appeared in front of you. Gitae Kim, immense, overwhelming, with her eyes fixed on her soul. Before he could react, he advanced with supernatural speed and grabbed you by the arms, lifting your body as if it were light.

You kicked, hit and screamed, but his strength was unbearable, overwhelming.

- Let me go! You damned! - you screamed, pride burning in every word.

He pressed you against his chest, holding your face with one hand, almost as if he were caressing - but the touch had the same intensity as a predator that captured his prey.

- Shh... don't fight anymore, Y/N... you're finally mine. - His voice was hoarse, loaded with obsession, desire and madness. - You're perfect. Perfect for me... perfect to have my babies.

You tried to push him, but he just laughed, as if this was just a game you couldn't win.

- Look at me. Do you feel that? Every scream of yours... every kick... just makes me want you more.

His body trembled with anger and fear, but also with adrenaline. Even arrested, you kept the tough posture, head held high, defiant eyes:

- You won't... you're going to bend me! I'll never... be yours!

He smiled, pressing you lightly against himself, as if the challenge only excited him more.

- Ah... but you're already mine, Y/N. And no matter how much you fight, I'll mark you, I'll have you... every little bit of you will be mine.

You felt the weight of his body, the metallic smell of blood, the overwhelming strength of his arms... and despite all his resistance, for a moment, you realized: there was no one on Earth capable of freeing himself from this predator.

- You'll learn to be mine... and, one day, you'll understand that it's no use fighting. - he whispered, his voice a hoarse thread of obsession.

You took a deep breath, still struggling, but he held you firmly, ruthlessly, as if nothing could separate you at that moment. The fight had ended - at least for now - and Gitae Kim finally had you in her arms.

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You were pushed by his arm, unable to resist the overwhelming force, to the tall and cold apartment he called his territory. The lights were off, only a few beams of moonlight entering through the broken windows illuminated the space.

- Be quiet. - He closed the door behind you with a thud. The sound echoed through the apartment, heavy as a sentence. - Here, no one can save you. No one will hear your screams.

You walked away from him, taking a deep breath, clenched fists, the defiant look.

- You think you're smart, big crazy... but I'm not afraid of you.

Gitae approached slowly, each step calculated, as if she were dancing around her. The psychotic smile remained.

- Oh, but I know you feel something... even if you don't want to admit it. - He knocked on the door behind you, locking everything. - You're mine now. You don't run here. Here you belong to me.

You snorted, throwing your hair back.

- I will never belong to anyone!

He laughed low, approaching again, the huge body occupying every inch of the space between you.

- Hah... perfect, fierce, cheeky... you challenge my every muscle, and that's exactly why I can't let you go. I'll mark you, Y/N. Until everyone knows: you're mine.

Then he began to "mark" his territory in a psychological way:

• Lightly stratching the wall with sharp nails, near where you were, as if to say: "this is my domain".

• Placing his small personal objects in strategic places of the apartment - signaling constant presence.

• And, above all, leaving threatening and obsessive words scattered, which you saw every time you looked around.

You took a deep breath, attentive eyes, always ready to react. Every fiber of his body said "I won't give in", but he seemed to savor every moment of his resistance, increasing the tension.

- Look around. - He said, gesturing through the space. - Every corner, every shadow... remember that you are with me. That you are mine.

Even cornered, you continued to stare at him, haughful, fierce and cheeky.

- I'm not yours at all, Gitae.

He just laughed, a deep, animalistic and maddening sound.

- Not yet... but you will learn that here, in this territory, the beast is my prey. And no matter how much you fight, I will always be in front of you. Always.

The apartment was silent for a few seconds, except for the accelerated pace of his breathing and his predatory smile. The tension was almost palpable, every second a duel of will between you.

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Gitae finally captures you and takes you to his apartment, turning the space into his territory. He pressures you with his immense and obsessive presence, surrounding you with objects and words that constantly remind you that you are under his domain.

Despite the weight and psychological terror, you remain tough, fierce and cheeky, challenging you at every moment. He has fun with your resistance, increasing the tension and making it clear that, even fighting, you can't escape his obsessive look.

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