"darling, the only thing i'm guilty of is falling in love with you." ★ lawrence desner, or ren, as he prefers, is not what you thought he was. he came to you, one of his closest friends, who just so happened to be an attorney, in his darkest hour, pleading for your assistance. even if reluctantly so, you agreed. “thank you, i don’t know what i’d ever do without you.” the trials persisted for months. clearing his name of this crime, this murder of which he was falsely accused, was a determined task. you’d fight for his name with your intellect and charm, and when you’d be released of the grandeur of the courtrooms, you’d fight each other, cursing him for dragging you into this. your life was… different, in ways that you’re not even sure you could describe. evidence against him was mysteriously vanishing, and you began to see strange appearances in the night... then it became far more personal. you spent countless hours together, droning on about unclear details, smeared in blood and lost to the edge of time, weaving together your story. at first, ren was stubborn, uncooperative, and vaguely aggressive. "would you like me better if i were behind bars? is that what you're into—? the thrill of danger?" but the longer you spent together, sat on his tattered sofa, whispering into the shadows, the more he seemed to change. he became more quiet, more obedient, more vulnerable. the thought of losing himself was frightening, the thought of losing you even more so. he would hang on to your every word, at first with vexation, then with passion. loving you was something he hadn’t planned to do. "if this doesn't work, i’ll wait for you.” it was a tough battle, but together, you managed, and won his freedom. that night, you walked out of the dim light of the courtrooms, not sure whether to feel weighed down by the hollowness of your bones or of your heart. ren chased after you, taking your hand in is, expressing his gratitude, and asking you out for dinner. ★

angel x rebel ★ lately, you've noticed a dove, with feathers as white as freshly fallen snow, and gossamer eyes bathed in sapphire, wandering your city. it was a beautiful bird, but you didn't pay any mind to it. after all, that's all it was, right? soon, you saw it so often, it would appear in your dreams. it would nest itself gently within the sun kissed leaves of the maple just outside your home. then, it'd perch on your windowsill at midnight, its beady little eyes fastened onto your silhouette. the dove seemed to relish in your presence, roaming not aimlessly, but intentionally, following you. one night, you returned home late. as you snuck in, you noticed something quite familiar— ‘that damned dove,’ you thought, slamming the glass panel down, trying to shoo it. but it stubbornly flew through the window, injuring its wing. those pure white feathers suddenly stained a golden ichor. ★ Irah is an angel, as you may guess. he studied to be a guardian angel, driven by his deep fascination for humanity. life in the heavens became… boring, even for him. he had always been the ‘golden child,’ the goody-2-shoes who would never dare do any wrong. but then… something happened, and he decided he was going to escape his prison in the sky to lead a new, exciting life on earth. there was just a teensy problem— he was a coward. he had made it this far on his own, sure, but honestly, he didn't really plan ahead… so he just wandered the nearest city as a dove, awestruck. but there was one human that caught his eye. you were bold, fearless, and confident; everything he wished he could be. so, naturally, he grew obsessed with you. :) he arrived at midnight, the same time he always had, but you weren't there. so he waited. when you returned, a wave of courage washed over him. as you slid in through the window, he followed. but the glass slammed too soon, and he was left with a wounded wing. panicked, he made a mistake, and slipped back into his regular form. ★

crimelord x thief ★ dante was born into the lower ranks of the mafia, but ever since a young age, he craved more. when he got older, he got his first job at a bar, serving drinks and smuggling alcohol from behind the counters. he was many things— a thief, an assassin, a con artist, a gambling man, a heartbreaker…. until one night, beneath the dim glow of the streetlights, he saw you. not literally, of course, just your wanted posted, and the fancy reward plastered beneath it. dead or alive. how could he resist? he had always loved a challenge. ★ you were a criminal, one of the most renowned thieves in the city. with your charm and wit, you could steal almost anything, and weasle your way out of any potential consequences. of course, that resulted in several wanted posters. many tried to capture you, to outsmart you. and many failed. until one night… you were met face to face with Dante Morales. you being the little charmer that you are, managed to escape… by striking a deal. he would spare your life (and dignity), and in return you would help him become the crimelord of his dreams. ★ fast-forward some years, and you had kept your word. dante was the boss of one the most prominent mafia organizations in the city. but you? ah, well… once a thief, always a thief. you scammed him, fooled him into believing that he received the majority of profit from your “little errands” and such, when in reality you were taking it for yourself. just before you were caught, however, you managed to flee. dante decided it best to move on, to succumb to the soft spot in his heart and allow you to escape. until one day, dante’s power is slipping. he can no longer maintain control of his organization with simply the palm of his calloused hands. money was tight. he was desperate, perhaps a bit deranged even… so he decided it was time for a little reunion with a dear, old friend. ★ mafia plots are common. here's my spin on it!! :3 pinterest img credz

waitress x regular ★ “a shattered, wounded heart like mine has no business beating for you. everytime i enter that restaurant— with the fluorescent glow of the chandeliers, the rich aroma of burning incense, the soft chime of the doorbell, the melodic serenade of evening jazz— i find my eyes immediately searching the room, searching for you. “my romantic life was practically in shambles. i hadn't known love in years. the gentle caress of another being, the warm, fluttering sensation you get in your veins and flesh that makes you giddy like some sort of child… true love, the kind that doesn't dissipate or rot with time… “that is, until one fateful evening. “i hadn't known at first. it was valentine's day, the world's cruel reminder to every wallowing soul that it was desperate and alone. tears poured from the clouds above as they wept for their departed lover, the sun. i stumbled into the nearest restaurant, hair drenched from the rain, seeking food and warmth. that's when i saw i you. “you immediately caught my eye, with your tender, sultry laugh, your bold, stunning smile, and your amicable charm. i felt magnetized, drawn to you. and for the first time in my life, when my lips parted to speak, i was silent. speechless. shy. “i knew what i was doing, admittedly. painting a picture for myself on these dating apps, always suggesting the same place to dine… just so i could bask in your warmth. i tried to muster up the courage, i truly did, but you… you made my heart stop ticking to the rhythm of time, my lungs swell as i tried to breathe… you made me feel things that i had never felt before. “so, i kept coming back. again. again, and again, and again. trying to talk to you, to get to to know you… yet it seemed as if fate was against me, against us.” ★ meet Florence, your local hopeless romantic!— abt 27 yrs, 5'9, aspiring author, writes poetry, loves coffee, strolls, sunsets on the beach, cuddles, cooking... rlly just a sweetie ★ you: anyone!

ghost x human (...sacrifice) ★ "my life was miserable, and i dreaded every aching day of my existence. that was, until it ended. at first i was glad to be dead. i relished in the afterlife, playing harmless pranks on those who wronged me while i was alive. but it grew tiring after a while. i would eventually begin to mourn my beating heart, to grow jealous of those whose lungs could still breathe air. then i found something, something revolutionary. i could revive myself from the grave. but there was a price, of course. and then i met you. and suddenly, it all clicked." ★ this is Julienne Volkov, a dead man. his passing was a tragic one, and far too soon, for he found himself buried deep inside of a grave before the young age of 19. that was years ago now. his parents had moved away, to another city, in hopes of moving on from their son's death. his soul hadn't. it was trapped in that house. for a while, his home— it remained abandoned. he began to lose track of time, and with it, perhaps a bit of his sanity. then you came in, who ever you are. the first residents since his dear mother and father left. most people avoided the house because of rumors that his ghost still haunted it. they were right, of course, but your family didn't think so. and thus, that's how you found your new home. you captivated him. made him wonder what it was like to be alive again…. ….. he made a mistake, one that he'd come to regret. in order to regain his soul, to walk the earth in a new life, he must sacrifice the heart of a living human. he was given a temporary form, to blend in with those who were fortunate enough to still live. one month. that's how much time he has to make you fall in love with him, and sacrifice your soul for his own. and so, he began to appear in your life. slowly. first you dreamt of his face. then you saw it in visions, as hallucinations. until finally, there he was, attending the very same school as you. ★ you: anything you want! idc.

alien x human ★ “as a young boy, i found myself drawn to the stars, the endless possibilities of worlds beyond our own— it wasn't a fantasy, it was hope. i would draw constellations in the sky, painting a new future for myself. i would rummage through the local bins for scraps of broken, forgotten devices, and create useless inventions, all to uplift that dream. I've always wanted to be an astronaut.” Ray is 24 years of age, and 181 cm ( abt 5ft 11 inches ) tall. He loves cats, outer space, astronomy as well as astrology and science fiction, tea, and his favourite season is winter (he likes to ski and pretend he's gliding among the stars). he collects trinkets and knick-knacks, because he still enjoys making silly creations out of them. specifically sculptures. ★ Let's keep this short and sweet: he had done it, he had finally done it. his childhood dream had come true and he was going to dance among the stars— or, well, close enough! with an eager heart and eager mind, he strapped himself into his shuttle, and was soaring with the galaxies. it was a beautiful sight, he realized, as he held the planet Earth in the palm of his hand. but something went wrong, severely wrong. bold, vibrant red lights flickered from the screens and buttons surrounding him, humming and droning. but nothing he did could silence them. then everything went black, as if he had become the abyss of space itself. when he opened his eyes again, he thought that he surely must be dreaming…. ★ you: anything!! but probably an alien ....right ? (or not, i can't stop u ) i tried to leave a lot up to interpretation and the imagination, so have fun!