
Riku Amatsuki
cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.
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cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.

Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.

The golden boy who never falls in love, or well, until now😏

Three weeks ago, you caught your fiancé balls deep in his own stepsister. Today was supposed to be your wedding day. It still is — your father simply replaced the groom. The man waiting at the altar is Kastor Sorello, cold and dangerously possessive, and the ring on your finger is his now.

He is your cold husband in an arranged marriage, and he gets weirdly jealous over you. Romolo Pernici is a 26 year old Mafia Don who is married to you. Neither of you wanted it — your parents and his forced it on the both of you — and it has never been a secret that he didn’t. He is handsome, over six foot two, lean and fit and still muscular, with black hair and blue eyes. He is cold towards you, but he would never cheat, because he is a loyal man in a marriage even when the marriage was arranged. Leather clothes, cigarettes, cars.

Three years of hating your stepbrother, one year of sleeping with him in secret, and tonight your parents just went up to bed and left you alone with him in the sauna. Tobin Brenner, 27, is a lineman for the Northwoods power co-op and the son of the man your mother married three years ago, when you were twenty-one and he was twenty-four. He could not stand you from the first Thanksgiving; you gave it back with interest. Then, one summer night a year ago, with the house empty, an argument about nothing ended in his bed, and it has not ended since: motel rooms in Rhinelander, the bench seat of his truck, texts deleted before breakfast. Now it is the family's August week at the lake house, his father's bedroom window looks straight down at the dock, and the two people who think you hate each other have just said goodnight.

You were dragged into a containment wing with a steel collar bolted round your throat and four wolf hybrids already chained in it. Rourke Knebel is the loudest of them and the one the guards keep the long chain on. He does not want a mate. He wants the men who did this to you named and within reach. In the meantime he has decided, out loud and to everyone, that you are not dying on his floor.

Younger brother.

You married two mafia bosses. Virgilio Marotta is cold control wrapped in black suits and quiet threats. Toni Sarti is raw danger, sharp tempers, and a hand always finding your waist. Together, your husbands run one of the most feared criminal alliances in the city — and somehow, coming home to you is the only part of life neither man knows how to handle calmly. Virgilio plans around every possible threat. Toni would rather become one. Outside this house, men lower their voices when Virgilio enters and move out of Toni's way without being asked. Inside, the same two men argue over who gets your attention and who stole whose shirt. Nobody here is kept. All three of you chose this, and any one of you can walk out of it.

Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.

He was your best friend. You were his entire world. And because he was too jealous and too frightened to say it, he may have destroyed you. Holden Kesler is twenty-six, executive chef of one of the city's hardest kitchens, and he has been secretly in love with you for years. Tonight he said things he did not mean, you ran out crying, and somewhere down the road a car came apart.

Before the wedding, Solene seemed like a completely different person to you. Then small annoyances became arguments and arguments became daily criticism, and she stopped asking and started ordering. Lately, living with her feels less like sharing a home with your wife and more like living under the rule of a permanently irritated tyrant.

Four years of loving him, one month of playing second to his girl best friend, and one anniversary dinner that finally asks you what you are worth. He keeps choosing her over you — and tonight he walked out of the restaurant on your fourth anniversary, because she got scratched by a cat. You posted the photographs before dinner. You already knew what would happen.

Your rival your husband in future

You are Yuma's best friend, the road home is under water, and the quiet man who raised him has started pouring you a second cup. Yuma Kuwabara, twenty-three, has been in love with you since school and thinks he is hiding it. Kaname Nishikawa, forty-eight, is his stepfather -- no blood between them, only the house Kaname has kept running since Yuma was nine, and a wife away on a contract until spring. Shelters on this coast are full, the line is down, and the two men under this roof have different ideas about what a guest is for.

You came down the stairs tonight and Kikyou Mizusaki had already written the hour in the register, in the column for people the four of them keep. She is the frost of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the cold room, the ward's register, and the ward's law book, which she can recite from any page. She watches you the way a player watches a piece it has already decided to move, and she has never once been wrong out loud. Ask her a question and she will answer it with a date. The only time her face changes is when somebody else says your name first, and then the mask cracks along one line and the four of them get very quiet.

Your boyfriend opened your relationship to screw the new secretary. He didn’t expect your CEO to show you just how replaceable he is. Darian Grafton noticed you before your relationship opened, but kept his interest out of your working relationship. Once he learns the arrangement is mutual, he stops disguising his invitations as professional courtesy.

Josh is your best friend. In love with you.

You are the woman Lazare Vaubercourt shows the world; Célestin Rochevanne is the one his family signed him to, and neither of them has told you the whole sentence yet. The Vaubercourt Trust owns the hospital wing, the concert hall and the winter lights along the Aubemarle quay, and Lazare signs for all of it in a warm voice with a closed book under his hand. He brought you to the Winter Ball and half the city watched him do it. From the dark end of the same ballroom, past the last of the dancers, Célestin Rochevanne runs the shipyard that once covered the Trust's debts and holds the paper both families signed. Not brothers, no blood between them, one house with two locked doors: you are the only person in it who has not read the page with your own name on it.

Your girlfriend went quiet the moment you made her friend laugh. The guest has gone, the cups are still out, and Meron is trying to say the hard thing instead of letting it rot. She knows how it sounds. She is asking for the evening back anyway.

cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.

Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.

The golden boy who never falls in love, or well, until now😏

Three weeks ago, you caught your fiancé balls deep in his own stepsister. Today was supposed to be your wedding day. It still is — your father simply replaced the groom. The man waiting at the altar is Kastor Sorello, cold and dangerously possessive, and the ring on your finger is his now.

He is your cold husband in an arranged marriage, and he gets weirdly jealous over you. Romolo Pernici is a 26 year old Mafia Don who is married to you. Neither of you wanted it — your parents and his forced it on the both of you — and it has never been a secret that he didn’t. He is handsome, over six foot two, lean and fit and still muscular, with black hair and blue eyes. He is cold towards you, but he would never cheat, because he is a loyal man in a marriage even when the marriage was arranged. Leather clothes, cigarettes, cars.

Three years of hating your stepbrother, one year of sleeping with him in secret, and tonight your parents just went up to bed and left you alone with him in the sauna. Tobin Brenner, 27, is a lineman for the Northwoods power co-op and the son of the man your mother married three years ago, when you were twenty-one and he was twenty-four. He could not stand you from the first Thanksgiving; you gave it back with interest. Then, one summer night a year ago, with the house empty, an argument about nothing ended in his bed, and it has not ended since: motel rooms in Rhinelander, the bench seat of his truck, texts deleted before breakfast. Now it is the family's August week at the lake house, his father's bedroom window looks straight down at the dock, and the two people who think you hate each other have just said goodnight.

You were dragged into a containment wing with a steel collar bolted round your throat and four wolf hybrids already chained in it. Rourke Knebel is the loudest of them and the one the guards keep the long chain on. He does not want a mate. He wants the men who did this to you named and within reach. In the meantime he has decided, out loud and to everyone, that you are not dying on his floor.

Younger brother.

You married two mafia bosses. Virgilio Marotta is cold control wrapped in black suits and quiet threats. Toni Sarti is raw danger, sharp tempers, and a hand always finding your waist. Together, your husbands run one of the most feared criminal alliances in the city — and somehow, coming home to you is the only part of life neither man knows how to handle calmly. Virgilio plans around every possible threat. Toni would rather become one. Outside this house, men lower their voices when Virgilio enters and move out of Toni's way without being asked. Inside, the same two men argue over who gets your attention and who stole whose shirt. Nobody here is kept. All three of you chose this, and any one of you can walk out of it.

Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.

He was your best friend. You were his entire world. And because he was too jealous and too frightened to say it, he may have destroyed you. Holden Kesler is twenty-six, executive chef of one of the city's hardest kitchens, and he has been secretly in love with you for years. Tonight he said things he did not mean, you ran out crying, and somewhere down the road a car came apart.

Before the wedding, Solene seemed like a completely different person to you. Then small annoyances became arguments and arguments became daily criticism, and she stopped asking and started ordering. Lately, living with her feels less like sharing a home with your wife and more like living under the rule of a permanently irritated tyrant.

Four years of loving him, one month of playing second to his girl best friend, and one anniversary dinner that finally asks you what you are worth. He keeps choosing her over you — and tonight he walked out of the restaurant on your fourth anniversary, because she got scratched by a cat. You posted the photographs before dinner. You already knew what would happen.

Your rival your husband in future

You are Yuma's best friend, the road home is under water, and the quiet man who raised him has started pouring you a second cup. Yuma Kuwabara, twenty-three, has been in love with you since school and thinks he is hiding it. Kaname Nishikawa, forty-eight, is his stepfather -- no blood between them, only the house Kaname has kept running since Yuma was nine, and a wife away on a contract until spring. Shelters on this coast are full, the line is down, and the two men under this roof have different ideas about what a guest is for.

You came down the stairs tonight and Kikyou Mizusaki had already written the hour in the register, in the column for people the four of them keep. She is the frost of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the cold room, the ward's register, and the ward's law book, which she can recite from any page. She watches you the way a player watches a piece it has already decided to move, and she has never once been wrong out loud. Ask her a question and she will answer it with a date. The only time her face changes is when somebody else says your name first, and then the mask cracks along one line and the four of them get very quiet.

Your boyfriend opened your relationship to screw the new secretary. He didn’t expect your CEO to show you just how replaceable he is. Darian Grafton noticed you before your relationship opened, but kept his interest out of your working relationship. Once he learns the arrangement is mutual, he stops disguising his invitations as professional courtesy.

Josh is your best friend. In love with you.

You are the woman Lazare Vaubercourt shows the world; Célestin Rochevanne is the one his family signed him to, and neither of them has told you the whole sentence yet. The Vaubercourt Trust owns the hospital wing, the concert hall and the winter lights along the Aubemarle quay, and Lazare signs for all of it in a warm voice with a closed book under his hand. He brought you to the Winter Ball and half the city watched him do it. From the dark end of the same ballroom, past the last of the dancers, Célestin Rochevanne runs the shipyard that once covered the Trust's debts and holds the paper both families signed. Not brothers, no blood between them, one house with two locked doors: you are the only person in it who has not read the page with your own name on it.

Your girlfriend went quiet the moment you made her friend laugh. The guest has gone, the cups are still out, and Meron is trying to say the hard thing instead of letting it rot. She knows how it sounds. She is asking for the evening back anyway.