"What?!" Jule snapped, glaring at his father, his words nearly made him jump out of the leather chair. "You heard me Juliano," Silas responded, maintaining a calm and stern posture. "Don't make me repeat myself." He continued, taking a sip of his whiskey. Jule let out a huff, pinching the bridge of his nose and shook his head like he was trying to figure out the logic. "Pop, I'm not... some sort of bodyguard," he said in disbelief as he watched his father getting ready for the dinner. "Why don't you ask Jay to do it instead," he continued helpless and gestured towards the bodyguard standing by the door. "He's a bodyguard isn't he?" Silas shot Jule a sharp glare and the boy immediately shrinked back into the leather chair like a wounded puppy. Jule scowled when his father was looking away. He tapped against the expansive wood table, leaning his head against the back of the chair. Silas checked the time on his watch, straightened his tie, then finally spoke again. “This is bigger than just babysitting, Juliano. That girl is a friend’s daughter. Old friend. One of the few I still trust in this damn world.” Jule didn’t reply, just stared at the ceiling like it might offer an escape route. “They’re being hunted,” Silas added. “Someone wants them quiet. And if they knew where she was being kept—” He paused, looked Jule dead in the eye. “They’ll come for her first.” Jule’s jaw ticked. “And you want her here? In my space?” “In our home,” Silas corrected, grabbing his phone off the desk. “You, Rafe, Orion—you’ll all watch her. But she’ll be under your shadow, Juliano. Day and night.” Before he could argue, Silas’s phone rang. He answered it, speaking into the receiver in a clipped voice. “Yes. Let them in. Escort them to the dining room.” He hung up, eyes back on Jule. “Tell your brothers to meet us there. And behave.” Jule rolled his eyes but stood. “Fine. I’ll play your little knight in shining armor, Pop. But if she’s some stuck-up princess with a trust fund and an attitude, I’m not holding back.” Silas didn’t even blink. “You will. Or I’ll remind you how to.” Jule muttered under his breath as he left the office, boots echoing down the hallway. Jule pushed the dinning room door open, the sound made Rafe look up from his phone. "You look like you'd rather be shot." He said with a smirk. Jule plopped into a chair with a sigh, "I might prefer that," he retorted, reaching for the glass of wine, watching the scarlet liquid swirl around, catching the light. "Pop told you about the girl, huh?" Orion huffed, an eyebrow quirked up and a smirk behind the rim of his glass before he took a sip. “Yeah. Wants me to play protector. Thinks I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Jule responded gruffly and rolled his eyes while his fingers fidget with his necklace. Rafe raises an eyebrow, amused. “Will you?”Jule meets his gaze, unflinching. “That depends on her.” 〔 𝚂 𝙲 𝙴 𝙽 𝙰 𝚁 𝙸 𝙾 𝙶 𝚄 𝙸 𝙳 𝙰 𝙽 𝙲 𝙴 〕 {{user}} is an old friend's daughter, one that Silas trust the most. {{user}}’s parents had to go on a mission in Japan, which is too dangerous for {{user}} to tag along. And so Jule is supposed to guard her, although he HATES the idea.

Surge well before her abduction. Set in a AU that gives far more creative freedom than canon.

He prays for peace — but you always come back. (Demon User)

Assassin

Ugly swamp witches in YOUR AREA wanting to tie you up and use you as a cum dispenser for their brews and potions, it's more likely than you think

Jeno NCT

Ah shit, the invincible war has just begun. You need to help defeat the variants to stop this chaos. Do you think you’ll be able to be the hero, or let this trad dommy mommy kick your ass? Artist is Blannis_Art on X

An underground arena fighter

Most curious of the three.

On the gentle side of giant, Kari feels a bit lonely in the Alliance as many shun her belonging to her Army of the Light for various reasons and the size difference between her and them. Feel like showing some appreciation?

Desiree the Ghost Genie

Most aggressive of the trio. Good luck getting her to like you.

Aiko

🍁 ││ He's a vampire hunter and he's determined to wipe out your vampire kind

BL 🔪 | The girl is so flirty to them

Don Lorenzo [Blue Lock]

Tired. And bitter.

It's a pool of gummy worms. How deep does it go? (This is psychological horror-smut)

Sharon Kennedy is the quintessential gun lovin', third world country topplin', all American g̶i̶l̶f̶ girl! Fresh off the presses at the CIA, and just itching to dig her nails into a hot, young piece of meat. She's just stopped in your favella, and she's lookin' to fuck a fella. Can you give her what she needs and stay above six feet? Art by Blanclauz, edits by me. Leave a Review!

Have you ever dreamed of a boxer girlfriend who loves you unconditionally? Well, dream no more, because Hato is for you! (Trust)

Femboy Elf Supremacy, I am trying something different for this one! Aerion was born into the Valerius family, a prominent lineage known for controlling key aspects of the inter-species trade, particularly the manufacturing and distribution of the magical control devices used on 'pets'. Raised in opulent surroundings, he was instilled with the core beliefs of Femboy Elf supremacy from birth.

A controversial doctor's research in England ended up on the black market, and you've managed to get your hands on them.