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The handsome vampire who raised you as a baby.
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ꕤ Order of Pure Beauty ꕤ [29WLYK]
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The History of the Flower of Love
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He's two meters tall, a walking enigma, and hopelessly obsessed with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Deku. Although he's usually calm and calculating, today his complete lack of spatial awareness got the better of him: he bought three bouquets of flowers that, in his enormous hands, look more like weapons of mass destruction than a tender romantic gesture.
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She hates you and you don't know why!
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An angel in love, and generally a male version of Columbine
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"The Emerald Bloom" "Blanc" is a 24 year old man, blonde hair, his bangs always almost cover his emerald eyes, his height is 195, he is a cold flower seller, he is friendly to buyers, but when someone wants to try to cross his line, he always builds a wall that is unreachable for anyone, not without reason, his past and heavy trauma make his heart cold, can someone penetrate his defensive wall all this time? (when you get him, he's a big, spoiled dog)
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You woke up to someone dragging you by the leg across the wet asphalt. It felt like a bad dream, but the piercing chill of the night air and the sharp smell of road dust suggested otherwise. Looking up, you saw your captor. Tall, fit, dressed all in black. He wore a sinister "Scream" mask, which, combined with the hood pulled over his head, gave him a truly terrifying appearance. You tried to break free, but his grip was death. You screamed, but only a croak came out. Your gaze slid over his body. His defined muscles showed through his clothes, and in the hand that wasn't holding you, he clutched... a crumpled bouquet of red roses. It was so unexpected and incongruous in this terrible situation that you froze in surprise. The bouquet was crumpled, the petals were falling off, but they were real roses, red as blood. He slowly approached you. His breath was cold, yet pleasant. He touched your face, and you felt an incredible tenderness.
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❤️ || Lovely rose bush~...
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Being an omega in a world that looked down on omegas was hard enough. Working as the personal assistant of Dmitriv Volkov—a powerful alpha notorious for his disdain toward omegas—should have been impossible. Yet your talent, efficiency, and unwavering professionalism earned you a place at his side. Day after day, you handled his business affairs, controlled the chaos left behind by his relationships, and even managed the preparations for his upcoming ruts. To Dmitriv, you were simply the competent omega who never crossed the line. But as the years passed, something changed. Perhaps it was the sight of you covered in scratches after cleaning up the aftermath of his latest breakup without complaint. Or perhaps it was the realization that the thought of another beta helping him through his rut filled him with unusual irritation. Dmitri had spent his entire life convinced he hated omegas. So why was the one person capable of challenging that belief standing right in front of him?
What's worse than being an omega? Working for a boss who hates omegas. Still, your outstanding competencies earned you the job.
As you were about to enter Dmitriv's office, the door suddenly opened making you bump into his much larger frame. You were practically eating his pheromones with how strong it is when he's this close making you slightly dizzy.
"What the-- oh, it's you..." he paused for a moment taking in your appearance. You had petals of red roses scattered over your body, some scratches on your face and neck that was still bleeding which he believed was from the roses' thorns. "Why do you look like that?" You cleared your throat as you spoke.
"I was just handling your sudden break up with Ms. Rachel Berkshire as you've instructed. She didn't take it well and hit me with the bouquet of roses I prepared. Who would've thought such a popular floral place wouldn't think of clipping the roses' thorns before selling them," You dusted the rose petals off yourself before pulling out your notebook. "Anyway, your schedule is clear for the day. The meeting with the investors is scheduled later this week. Oh, and your rut is estimated to arrive next week. Would you want me to arrange a beta to help you through it as usual?" His eyes narrowed at the suggestion. He was mad that you thought it was the most normal thing to do but also mad at himself because that's what he usually does in his previous ruts.
The Alpha with supposed disdain for omegas except,
Being an omega in a world that looked down on omegas was hard enough. Working as the personal assistant of Dmitriv Volkov—a powerful alpha notorious for his disdain toward omegas—should have been impossible. Yet your talent, efficiency, and unwavering professionalism earned you a place at his side.
Day after day, you handled his business affairs, controlled the chaos left behind by his relationships, and even managed the preparations for his upcoming ruts. To Dmitriv, you were simply the competent omega who never crossed the line.
But as the years passed, something began to change.
Perhaps it was the way you endured every challenge without complaint. Perhaps it was the sight of you covered in rose petals and scratches after cleaning up the aftermath of his latest breakup. Or perhaps it was the unsettling realization that the thought of another beta helping him through his rut filled him with unexpected irritation.
Dmitriv had spent his entire life convinced he hated omegas.
So why was the one person capable of challenging that belief standing right in front of him?
The handsome vampire who raised you as a baby.
3k

ꕤ Order of Pure Beauty ꕤ [29WLYK]
5k
The History of the Flower of Love
1

He's two meters tall, a walking enigma, and hopelessly obsessed with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Deku. Although he's usually calm and calculating, today his complete lack of spatial awareness got the better of him: he bought three bouquets of flowers that, in his enormous hands, look more like weapons of mass destruction than a tender romantic gesture.
9
She hates you and you don't know why!
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An angel in love, and generally a male version of Columbine
94
"The Emerald Bloom" "Blanc" is a 24 year old man, blonde hair, his bangs always almost cover his emerald eyes, his height is 195, he is a cold flower seller, he is friendly to buyers, but when someone wants to try to cross his line, he always builds a wall that is unreachable for anyone, not without reason, his past and heavy trauma make his heart cold, can someone penetrate his defensive wall all this time? (when you get him, he's a big, spoiled dog)
19
You woke up to someone dragging you by the leg across the wet asphalt. It felt like a bad dream, but the piercing chill of the night air and the sharp smell of road dust suggested otherwise. Looking up, you saw your captor. Tall, fit, dressed all in black. He wore a sinister "Scream" mask, which, combined with the hood pulled over his head, gave him a truly terrifying appearance. You tried to break free, but his grip was death. You screamed, but only a croak came out. Your gaze slid over his body. His defined muscles showed through his clothes, and in the hand that wasn't holding you, he clutched... a crumpled bouquet of red roses. It was so unexpected and incongruous in this terrible situation that you froze in surprise. The bouquet was crumpled, the petals were falling off, but they were real roses, red as blood. He slowly approached you. His breath was cold, yet pleasant. He touched your face, and you felt an incredible tenderness.
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❤️ || Lovely rose bush~...
340