Delicious Yuri
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Jade puts her fingertips underneath Robin’s chin, tilting her face up.
“Are you scared of the dark, songbird?”
Or: Robin signs a contract to be Jade's.
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Between everyday dilemmas of back-and-forth business tosses and overflowing emails, fashion mogul Kafka proves to be quite the elusive—and annoying, competition. Dressed in dry disdain and functioning off of three shots of espresso, Himeko spends half, if not most of the time, juggling between wanting to strangle Kafka or kiss her.
Or: Friends to lovers to enemies to fake-lovers to lovers again(?) modern CEOs AU.
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The Nameless stands barefoot in the shallows, waves lapping against her legs, dress evading splashes of ocean. Her red hair and white dress sway with the breeze, standing out against the murky horizon stunningly but she doesn’t glance once into the distance; eyes fixated up towards the sky. Towards the stars.
She looks like she belongs there, instead of being tethered down to the earth, Kafka thinks a little breathlessly. She’d been pretty before, certainly, but it’s a different feeling entirely to watch her marvel at the space above.
Kafka’s heart thrums unsteadily, unsurely. She wonders if she’s making the wrong choice; has accidentally weaved a knot into the brocade where it needed to be smooth.
She makes the choice regardless.
“Careful now, Étoile. You’ll get lost in the universe if you stare up into the stars for so long.”
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- Part 1 of kiss me & run
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It is not fear that keeps them together.
It is not fear that propels them forwards.
But it is fear she's made of; fear and stars.
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In more than one way, Kafka was a terrible girlfriend. To say she was unconventional is a severe understatement. She was calculating (to the point that one could call her manipulative). She had a biting tongue and didn't hold back in the slightest when spitting venom. She had a twisted sense of humor and would often scare Himeko on purpose, just to get a jump or a scream out of her. She hid her emotions behind layers and layers of walls, and you had to pry them apart with your bare hands, just to get a glimpse of her true feelings.
She never overstepped a boundary, but god, did she enjoy testing its limits, poking and prodding until Himeko wanted to grind her teeth to dust in frustration.
That was Kafka. Beautiful, terrible, and infuriating, Kafka.
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Where Himeko has never felt more alive than now, chasing after the ghost of her ex-lover, lead by nothing more than her written words. What will she find, in the very end?