Rengoku X Senjuro 소설 & 이야기

Boss Luis held his hand out to my direction, “Sena. This is my girlfriend, Rhen.” Ouch. My legs weakly stepped back. What the heck Sena… She handed her porcelain hand to me. It was like a triple kill. My heart broke into pieces as I shook her hands. As if I’ve accepted who she was. It hurts. @Death Wish

he squinted his eyes at me and stared at me with much suspicion. "I did spy on you Mr. Kaneko. How did you know?" I gasped with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. "Sorry for disturbing the flirting escapades guys but here is your drink Ren," Saiora's voice startled me and was what led to me separating my hands from Hiroshi's. "We aren't flirting," I giggled. "You can fool yourself Ren but you cannot full us!" Rachel winked and laughed. "Yeah we're just friends as Ren wants us to be," I furrowed my eyebrows at Hiroshi. He was pretending as if it were something I had only made clear but we both mutually agreed on it.

I make my way up to my bedroom, past happy dancing people and briefly stopping to tell Priya I'm home and going to get changed, with no intention of coming back downstairs. Kenji: Fate, destiny, like we were meant to meet - Jenny and Kenny, Jen and Ken, murderer and alibi ;) X Jenny: stressed out student and Rufio? Kenji: Princess Jasmine and Aladdin? X Jenny: There's no way you're as cute as Aladdin! :D Kenji: How rude!! Rufio is way better than Aladdin anyway! :P X I screenshot a picture of Rufio, then Aladdin, then on a whim Chen from the new Mulan film and send them all to him.

“What’s his name?” Jiro and I exchanged a look, and he nodded for me to share the name we’d chosen together. “His name is Ren,” I said, my voice steady despite the overwhelming emotion. “It means ‘lotus’—a symbol of rebirth and strength.” Mina beamed, carefully adjusting the blanket around Ren. “Hi, Ren,” she whispered. “I’m your big sister, and I’m going to love you forever.” Hibiki placed a hand on Ren’s tiny head, his expression serious. “I’m your big brother. I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

Roy stood next to a tiny vending machine in the corner, trying out a strawberry flavour this time. Tanaka remained silent, arms folded, eyes locked on his gear. “No info on Ringo,” Brock muttered. “New entry. No videos, no stats, no aliases. Either he sucks... or he's a ghost.” “Or he has a sleeper build,” Kieran added. “Maybe he’s one of those freaks who trained in a forest until now.” Roy glanced at Tanaka. “Are you nervous?” Tanaka shook his head slowly. His jaw, though, was tight. “Not really. Weirdly… I feel kind of good.”

Coup failed, bloodied; Omega exposed, shadow-deep; partnership forged, gore-intimacy, not words. Tokyo neon pulsed below like an empire's veins, dojo shadows lingering as a tattoo. Kenji's hand claimed spine possessively as we strode through the glass corridor, rebels' ledger burning holoscreen vendetta. Ring pocket-warm against thigh, unspoken vow—his obsession met mine, dark romance iaido-sharp. Ruin mutual blueprint; claim throbbed inevitably. Omega loomed next prey, but here—blood-bonded, bodies synced—we ruled unchained.