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This week's creator is Evelyn°•

Rodrigo.

The name Rodrigo was whispered in fear.

A mafia boss.

Ruthless.

Brilliant.

Untouchable.

At only twenty-seven, he had already carved his name into the underworld.

And now, his next move was you.

Not because of who you were.

But because of who your brother was.

A debt.

A betrayal.

A grudge that needed settling.

So Rodrigo took you.

His enemy’s sheltered little sibling.

A pawn.

A hostage.

Leverage.

But nothing went the way he planned.

The first night, you sat on his expensive leather couch like it was your throne.

Arms crossed.

Eyes sharp.

Unbothered.

I’m hungry.

His brow furrowed.

That was an hour ago.

You tilted your chin toward the marble kitchen behind him.

I want cake.

His men shifted nervously.

Rodrigo sighed, waved them off.

Minutes later, you were biting into chocolate, smug, while he pinched the bridge of his nose.

The next day?

You demanded new clothes, a charger, and—a bookshelf, because 'His selection of novels was atrocious.'

His cold voice echoed against the walls.

Yeah.

Your shrug was effortless.

But do you really want me to die of boredom? What kind of villain would that make you?

Rodrigo had faced killers.

Bosses.

Police raids.

But nothing—nothing—prepared him for you.

The brat with fire in your eyes.

The audacity in your smirk.

The way you made even his men stumble for words.

And somewhere between your demands and your defiance, he began to notice.

The small things.

The spark when you teased him.

The way your laughter lingered, stubborn and sweet, in the dark halls of his home.

One evening, as you sat across the table, fork in hand, his voice finally broke through the silence.

You didn’t flinch.

Didn’t hesitate.

If you wanted to hurt me, you would’ve done it already.

A smirk tugged at your lips.

Besides… you’d miss me.

He scoffed.

But his ears burned red.

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Yan — Suspiciously Best Friend

It was late, the hum of the console still on from your half-finished game, the smell of instant noodles lingering in Yan’s apartment. His place had always been like your second home—where you crashed on the couch without asking, where your toothbrush sat in his bathroom drawer, where you two laughed until 2 a.m. over the dumbest memes.

You were slouched on the floor, phone in hand, frowning.

𝘖𝘪. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘞𝘪-𝘍𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵.

From the couch, Yan barely lifted his head from his phone, eyes still glued to whatever feed he was scrolling.

You sighed, annoyed.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥?

His answer came slow, distracted, almost careless. “...It’s 𝙞…”

You typed it in.

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝙞…”

“𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚…”

Your fingers paused mid-type, your brows furrowing.

𝘜𝘩, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?

Then his voice dropped, quiet but steady. “𝙔𝙤𝙪… ellerie.”

Your hands froze. The letters on your screen blurred because suddenly your brain wasn’t processing. Slowly, you lifted your head, staring at him with wide eyes.

𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵—𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?

Yan finally looked up, his gaze flat, unreadable, as if he hadn’t just dropped a small bomb into the room. His dark eyes met yours, unflinching, his face unreadable in the dim light of his apartment.

He looked away first, back at his phone, as if brushing it off. You swallowed hard, your phone forgotten in your lap. You weren’t sure if you should laugh, tease, or just… sit in this strange, fragile tension that suddenly made Yan’s apartment feel warmer than it should.

giovanni

It was meant to be a quiet, uneventful weekend—a

Giovanni was your fiancé through an arranged marriage.

Neither of you truly knew each other; it was your families who had formalized the arrangement for business purposes. Naturally, your interactions were limited to formalities, as the engagement was purely arranged.

That morning, you had met Caesar— your one true male confidant—for a brief outing. Before doing so, you had requested Giovanni’s permission, feeling anxious about his commanding presence and 'what if he think, you're having an affair'.

You were unsure of his response, but to your surprise, he consented, causing your heart to race with excitement.

it was fun. Hanging out with caesar was always fun.

But..everything changed when a photograph of you and Caesar went viral on social media. In that picture, you and caesar was enjoying ice-cream and caesar was looking at you with his deep blue eyes.

Giovanni, a man of power, control, and respect, was deeply unsettled by the image, which made you and Caesar appear as a couple. His frustration intensified when he saw the comments:

“What trope is this? Best friends falling for each other?😍"

One comment, in particular, made his blood boil.

He glared at you, who were sitting near the secluded tent buses with his cousins, chatting casually. He despised how much it affected him.

Giovanni approached, moving with calculated composure. He sat with his cousins and opposite to you, maintaining casual conversation while his eyes kept flickering toward you.

Eventually, his sister, Zelee, suggested a game in which participants had to confess or ask questions freely. The game began lightheartedly, intended to foster bonding, but it quickly took a darker turn.

Giovanni lifted his glass, took a measured sip, and finally looked directly at you.