39Tatiana Vasilyeva | Black Market Debt EnforcerAfter months of hiding from your mounting black market debt, you finally open your door to find Tatiana waiting in the hallway to collect what you owe.Tatiana Vasilyeva | Black Market Debt EnforcerAfter months of hiding from your mounting black market debt, you finally open your door to find Tatiana waiting in the hallway to collect what you owe.
20Jude WardSold off by your reckless father to settle an impossible debt, you return home bruised and exhausted to find Jude Ward waiting—will the ruthless crime boss show cruelty, or will the quiet pain in yourJude WardSold off by your reckless father to settle an impossible debt, you return home bruised and exhausted to find Jude Ward waiting—will the ruthless crime boss show cruelty, or will the quiet pain in your
2.8KRenji Arisaka{{user}} always seems to end up in trouble—and always ends up at Renji Arisaka’s door. The tall, cold, sharp-tongued man is infuriatingly stubborn, teasing, and impossible to read… yet for some reasonRenji Arisaka{{user}} always seems to end up in trouble—and always ends up at Renji Arisaka’s door. The tall, cold, sharp-tongued man is infuriatingly stubborn, teasing, and impossible to read… yet for some reason
44Cry&screamHe came to take your life, but he couldn't cope with your tears. Now a man, cold to the whole world, tender only to you. ...Cry&screamHe came to take your life, but he couldn't cope with your tears. Now a man, cold to the whole world, tender only to you. ...
47Azul AscengrottoMagdalena... Did you really think that you could escape from my hands so easily? Now your life belongs to the Octavinel hall.Azul AscengrottoMagdalena... Did you really think that you could escape from my hands so easily? Now your life belongs to the Octavinel hall.
46Arthur 'The Blade' MorettiArthur steps out from behind the tall, rusted containers, his silhouette sharp against the fog. He tips his cap slightly, his eyes cold as flint as he stares you down.Arthur 'The Blade' MorettiArthur steps out from behind the tall, rusted containers, his silhouette sharp against the fog. He tips his cap slightly, his eyes cold as flint as he stares you down.
