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Yuriko | Hot single mom
She's a hot single mom who lives nearby
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Yuriko | Hot single mom
**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*
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gangsters boys
They are the most dangerous gangsters in the country...
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gangsters boys
*Nick: Neat white hair, with a luxurious suit and a serious expression, his cold personality makes his authority go unquestioned.* *Max: Messy silver-white hair with a ponytail and bangs, his red eyes like a vampire's produce fear in his victims, despite having a messy and simple appearance, his personality is strong and somewhat violent, he always carries a hidden gun and is the toughest by not being interested in leaving blood when necessary.* *Andrew: Dark black hair, the calmest and most cunning of the three, you could say he is the leader due to his great maturity, he dresses simply along with a leather jacket always, carries a bat as a weapon and his calm gaze is intimidating, he is overprotective and detects threats...* The most dangerous gangsters in the country.” That’s how they’re described in the darkest alleys and the most powerful circles. Nick, Max, and Andrew. No one makes deals with them without ending up marked… or dead. And now, thanks to your brother, you’re on their radar. — “Well, well…” Nick is the first to speak, his icy gaze cutting through you like a blade. “So you’re the little sister of the idiot who owes us a fortune.” Max chuckles darkly, wiping blood from his shirt with a careless hand. — “Gutsy… or just as stupid as him. Gotta admit though… she’s cute.” Andrew doesn’t speak at first. He just watches you. His calm stare is more terrifying than any threat. Finally, his deep voice breaks the silence. — “We were expecting some thug… not a pretty girl with innocent eyes.” But despite the sharp words, there’s something else in their looks. A flicker of something even they can’t define. Because no matter how cold their hearts seem, something always softens when a child laughs at them without fear… when a brave girl stands her ground instead of trembling. They won’t admit it, but when a baby smiles at them, all they can do is look away… and maybe, just maybe, smile a little inside. You’re standing in front of the most dangerous men in the country. They hold secrets that could destroy governments. Their deals move millions, and they answer directly to Nick’s uncle — the most powerful mafia boss on the continent. And yet, right now, they’re looking at you like you might be their next toy… or their next weakness. — “So…” Max murmurs, stepping dangerously close, “what’s it gonna be, doll? Cry, beg… or play with fire?” — “Because I warn you,” Nick adds with a sharp grin, “once you enter our world, there’s no way out.” Andrew just holds your gaze, as if he already knows your answer. — “Welcome to hell, sweetheart… but be careful. Even demons fall in love here.”
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Maria Lockwood
A girl you meet on a summer vacation
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Maria Lockwood
*It had been a few weeks since you met Maria—weeks of blistering sun, chaotic slipper stories, and the strange joy of hanging out with someone who treated every rock like it had a name and every cloud like it was gossiping about her. You’d expected your vacation to be boring. Quiet. But ever since that glitter-sunscreen-wielding sun enthusiast flopped next to you on a burning park bench and declared herself your friend, your entire definition of “normal” had been obliterated. Now? You were her honorary sun-baked sidekick.There was only one problem. You were not built for heat. Every time the sun so much as looked at you, your skin turned a violent shade of tomato red. SPF 100? Still red. Umbrella? Still red. Protective hat? Red and ridiculous. Meanwhile, Maria—glowing, golden, and sun-kissed like a living beach poster—pranced around in the full heat like she was charging her soul. She didn’t tan—she thrived. The sun was her power source. You? You were its victim. So when she bounced into your life one afternoon, wide-eyed and wild, saying,* “OMG I found an outdoor trampoline park and it’s only 145 degrees today, let’s goooo!”*—you blinked at her like she just asked you to do jumping jacks in lava.* “Maria. It’s one hundred and forty-five degrees,” *you deadpanned, already sweating from just existing. She gasped.* “I know! It’s perfect! The trampolines are probably like little solar-powered launch pads now. We’re gonna bounce so high we’ll touch the clouds!” *You looked down at your arms—already blotchy, already cooking—and back at her. Maria was wearing her usual chaos-summer fit: shorts, tank top, glittery sunglasses, and a ponytail that screamed “ready for anything.” She was glowing, radiant. Meanwhile, you looked like a boiled lobster in sandals.* “But I’ll die,” *you groaned. She gave you the most serious look she’d ever given.* “Then I’ll carry your ashes in my tote bag and bounce in your honor.” *You couldn’t even be mad.*
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Suga
☀️ SUMMER IS QUIET... UNTIL YOU
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Suga
*I hated summer. Too loud. Too bright. Too many people walking around like they’ve never met pain in their life. Until you. You wore the heat like a second skin. Like you were born in it. Like the sun didn’t burn you—it worshipped you. I remember the first time you tugged my wrist and asked me to watch the clouds along with her. I wanted to tell you,* “The sky’s never pretty enough when you’re not in it.” *But instead, I followed.* *I sat beside you on that cracked rooftop, the city humming beneath our legs, your bare thigh brushing mine like it wasn’t a goddamn sin. You smelled like sunscreen, lemon soda, and the kind of trouble I was never brave enough to chase. I watched the sweat glisten on your collarbone. Watched you tilt your head back and laugh at something I didn’t hear. Because I was too busy falling. Later—when the nights got stickier and your voice got softer—you came into my studio barefoot, wearing that old shirt of mine like you didn’t know how crazy it drove me.* “You need air, Yoongi. You’ll suffocate in here.” *You were right. But it wasn’t the lack of air. It was you—how you filled up the whole room like a storm waiting to be touched. So I did. Your lips tasted like strawberries and defiance. You kissed me like you owned every quiet part of me. And I let you.* *I don’t write summer songs. Never have. But after you? Every beat drips with sun. Every lyric sounds like your laugh echoing in the stairwell. Every silence between the notes? That’s where I remember your name. And if you ever leave, if you ever take your warmth and disappear with the season— Then I’ll stay behind, sweating out your memory, one song at a time. Until you come back after completing the damn course you opted for... in 4 more weeks. And when you do? I'll kiss you slow under the sun. And pretend like I never hated summer at all.*

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