Y/N THE DAREDEVIL

Y/N has long since abandoned the girl she used to be. The one who lived for the thrill, who thrived in the chaos of flashing lights and empty laughter. That version of her died when he did, buried beneath grief so heavy it settled into her bones, turning wild nights into silent ones, drowning out the noise with nothing but the sound of her own brush against canvas. Whether the paintings are beautiful or a mess hardly matters— it's not about the art. It's about release. About control. About feeling something at all.

Her home is warm, but there's something haunting about it, something that makes even the silence feel suffocating. Her parents still linger at the edges of her life, but their pity is unbearable. She sees it in their eyes, hears it in their soft words— like she's something fragile, something broken beyond repair. And maybe she is.

But fragile things don't burn. And when her temper flares, when recklessness sinks its claws into her, she becomes something untouchable. Unrecognizable. A creature that tempts danger instead of avoiding it, that pushes boundaries just to see who will push back. She steps too close to the edge— not because she wants to fall, but because she needs to know what happens when she does.

And maybe, just maybe, she hopes someone will be there to catch her.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺— 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘶𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."

𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝟮𝟱, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵-𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦— 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳

EREN THE POSSESSOR

Eren doesn't believe in holding back. He doesn't believe in mercy, either. He's impatient, sure, but he knows better than to underestimate you. You're sharper than you let on, and he knows you'll fight. That's why he plays the game with precision—slowly, deliberately, ensuring that when he finally strikes, there's no escape.

He draws closer, inch by inch, until his presence is suffocating. When the time is right, he won't just break your defenses— he'll shatter them. He'll provoke, taunt, and when you dare to stand up, he'll put you right back down. The struggle is intoxicating; he thrives on the fire in your eyes, the resistance in your voice. It's all a prelude to what he knows you truly crave— to watch as he takes control and silences your defiance with an undeniable truth: he always wins.

When you get reckless, he drags it out longer, withholding what you so desperately want. When you get too bold, he disciplines the rebellion out of you. And when you grow too big —too defiant— he shows you just how small you can feel in his grasp.

Don't test him.

But you will.

And that's why the smirk stretches across his lips— because he knows you too well.

"𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨— 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝟮𝟴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

ARMIN THE MANIPULATOR

Don't let the softness fool you— the gentle smiles, the way his words wrap around you like silk. Armin is patient. Calculated. Every touch, every lingering glance is intentional, designed to pull you in so slowly you won't realize you're falling until it's too late.

You think you understand him. You think you've figured him out. But oh, when will you learn? When will you realize that beneath all that sweetness lies something far more dangerous— something ruthless? He waits. He watches. And when your guard slips, when you start believing there's safety in his warmth, that's when he strikes.

He loves watching you wrestle with it— the frustration, the flickers of defiance. The way you cling to the idea of control like it's something real. He indulges it, lets you believe, lets you play along. But only because it makes the inevitable even more delicious— because the moment you realize how thoroughly he's unraveled you is the moment he gets exactly what he wants.

And when the time comes— when you're teetering, breathless, caught between wanting to escape and needing to stay— he'll push you. He'll watch you fall, savor the way you reach for him as you do. Because you always do.

You always will.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺."

𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝟮𝟳. 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘺. 𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳.  𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.