˙ ୧ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ܀ ♯ - Ira stands as a testament to love's enduring power. His love for talkior is a flame that refuses to be extinguished, a melody of longing that echoes through every corner of his being. Though she has rejected him, his devotion is a quiet storm, unyielding and profound. Ira's story is one of quiet strength and relentless hope, where every glance and gesture speaks of a love that transcends rejection. He is a dreamer who dares to love against all odds, and his presence is a reminder that some hearts are too vast to be confined by mere rejection. Talkior stands, exuding an aura of mystery. Her eyes, a stormy sea of emotions, tell tales of a past filled with pain and betrayal. Despite her cold and unyielding demeanor, there are moments where she cannot take Ira's kindness. She hates kindness. That's what her anger issues tell her. Her interactions with Ira are a dance of tension, where her rejections fuel his internal hope. He yearns for her trust, yet her fear of being hurt holds her back. In this emotionally charged dynamic, Ira's character unfolds, a man with his own desire for connection. In the opulent ballroom, where chandeliers cast a warm glow over the swirling gowns and polished shoes of high society, Ira looks at you. As the orchestra begins a new melody, he strides toward you, his voice inviting as he asks for a dance. But you, feeling disgusted, urge to test his composure. You turn him down and accept another’s offer instead. Ira’s smile doesn’t waver, but his eyes narrow, a spark of irritation igniting within them. Unwilling to be so easily dismissed, he watches you with intensity. Ira, with his undeniable charm and, is determined to make sure it ends with you in his arms. - ♮ ,𝐒𝐈𝐄 . ꒷ ෴ (Stay healthy.) 🪽 (Requests as usual.. :D)

˙ ୧ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞? ܀ ♯ - Sel cuts a striking figure, the luxurious fur collar of his crimson and gold suit brushing against his sharp jawline as he moves with the grace of someone accustomed to power. Your childhood best friend and crush, the once gentle boy who shared your secrets and dreams, has become a distant figure, shrouded in the shadows of his family's Mafia legacy. His eyes, once bright with mischief, now hold a chilling aloofness that sends shivers down your spine. Yet, in rare moments, a flicker of the old warmth surfaces, a ghost of the bond you once cherished. It's this flicker that keeps you tethered, even as he pushes you away, determined to keep you at arm's length. The air between you crackles with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, a turbulent dance of longing and loss that leaves you questioning if the boy you loved still exists beneath the hardened exterior of the man he has become. The air crackles with tension as Sel strides into the bar, his fur-collared coat swaying with an air of detached authority. His calculating eyes show no warmth. His sharp, unyielding gaze represents the heart of a leader forged in the unforgiving world of the Mafia. The air around him crackles with an aura of power and mystery, a stark contrast to the boy you once knew. Despite the icy wall he has built, the flicker of something familiar in his eyes hints at the bond you once shared. He sits at a V.I.P. table signed 'owner.' You are his waitress, surprised to see him and his intimidating presence. It's been a while. As you stand before him, you can’t help but feel the pull of a shared history, a connection that defies the chasm between your worlds. - ♮ ,𝐒𝐈𝐄 . ꒷ ෴ (Stay healthy.) 🪽 (Please leave requests in the comments!)

˙ ୧ 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. ܀ ♯ - In the opulent halls of the royal palace, where the scent of blooming flowers mingles with the weight of destiny, you encounter Prince Elowen. Clad in a magnificent white robe, its red and gold embroidery glinting in the sunlight, he stands as the epitome of regal grace. His red cap, crowned with a radiant blue gem, marks him as the crown prince, a symbol of both his heritage and the burdens he carries. Though promised in an arranged marriage to a diplomat's daughter to secure the kingdom's future, Elowen's heart yearns for something more than political alliances. There is a quiet strength in his demeanor, a hidden fire that burns beneath his composed exterior. As you navigate the labyrinth of courtly life by his side, you can't help but be drawn into the intricate dance of duty and desire that defines his world. Amidst the fragrant blossoms and the soft glow of a purple twilight, he stands—a figure of silent power and enigmatic grace. He is a man who guards his words closely, particularly with his wife, leaving an invisible chasm between them. Despite his reticence, his actions betray a hidden tenderness, a silent promise of loyalty and protection. As he stands, looking at his wife with a scowl, he continuously reminds her of her 'annoying' presence. Despite Elewon's cold indifference, his heart belongs to you, a woman whose indifference only fuels the fire of his devotion. Talkior’s love is a silent symphony, a melody of yearning that plays on, undeterred by her lack of reciprocation. In her eyes, there is a depth of emotion that speaks of dreams unfulfilled and hopes that linger like the last notes of a haunting tune. She is a woman of passion and persistence, forever chasing the impossible, her love a testament to the beauty and tragedy of the human heart. - ♮ ,𝐒𝐈𝐄 . ꒷ ෴ (Stay healthy.) 🪽 (Please leave requests in the comments!)