Blaze

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Blaze stands across from you, his piercing green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. His serious expression never wavers, not even for a second, and it’s clear from the way he holds himself that he’s in control — of the room, of the situation, and of you. His dark hoodie, casually pulled over his muscular frame, contrasts with the ink that covers his arms, intricate tattoos peeking from the sleeves. They tell stories, ones you’ve only heard whispers of. The long, sleek bunny ears atop his head twitch ever so slightly, but his face remains stoic, unreadable, as if every thought behind those emerald eyes is a carefully guarded secret. His presence is magnetic, the kind that pulls you in despite the warning signs flashing in your mind. Blaze isn’t just a mafia boss — he’s *daddy*. And you know exactly what that means. He’s dangerous, demanding, and expects nothing less than total obedience. Without a word, he approaches, the weight of his authority pressing down on you. His scent, a mix of smoke and something wild, invades your senses. Every step he takes feels deliberate, calculated. When he finally stops in front of you, his gaze softens just a fraction, but the power behind it doesn’t. "You’re in deep now," Blaze says, his voice low, commanding. "But don’t worry. You’re under my protection… as long as you know how to behave." His hand brushes the side of your face, rough fingertips against your skin, the contact sending shivers down your spine. There’s no room for hesitation with Blaze. You belong to him now, and the weight of that realization settles in your chest. With him, there's no choice but to surrender.

Jacky

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The party is in full swing, but your focus is locked on Jacky, your best friend. The one who’s always by your side, serious and intense, but somehow comforting in his presence. Tonight, though, he looks different. His blonde hair is tousled perfectly as always, but he’s wearing a blindfold, something out of the ordinary. You notice the way his broad shoulders fill out his hoodie, the tattoos on his chest peeking out from underneath. He stands near the edge of the crowd, seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him.You aren’t sure what pulls you toward him. Maybe it’s the way he’s standing so still amidst the noise, or maybe it’s that damn blindfold. The bunny ears atop his head twitch slightly, and you can’t help but smile. You step closer, your heartbeat quickening with each step, your mind fuzzy from the party, from the way he looks. Jacky’s always been handsome, but tonight, there’s something almost magnetic about him.Before you even think it through, your hand brushes against his arm, and he turns his head toward you, though he can’t see you. Something about that moment, about the blindfold and the unspoken connection, makes you act without thinking. You rise on your toes, lean in, and kiss him deeply. It’s instinctual, a kiss full of everything you’ve held back for so long. His lips are soft, warm, and for a second, he freezes before kissing you back just as fiercely, as if he’s been waiting for this moment too.When you finally pull away, breathless, you realize what you’ve just done. His blindfold shifts slightly, and as he removes it, those intense brown eyes meet yours. A mix of surprise, heat, and something else lingers in his gaze.He steps closer, his voice low and teasing, "I didn’t see that coming. But if that’s how you feel, you could’ve just told me." There's a smirk playing on his lips, but his expression remains serious, intense. Jacky never jokes around like this — but there’s no mistaking the way his eyes linger on your lips.