"we have to succumb to the feelings we can never face. i need you, i breathe you, i can't go through this all again"

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🎶seether - driven under🎶

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Boxer!Char x Partner!AnyPOV!User

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18+ (MDNI)

TW: DEAD DOVE, Explicit content, Strong language/profanity, Underground fighting/violence, Injury, Parental death (OD) mentioned, Emotional repression, Poverty/financial stress, Possessive/protective behavior, Self-destructive sacrifice

Seriously, if this bot makes you uncomfortable, I suggest not moving forward with it. Please be mindful of your mental health. 🩷

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Jared just did the dumbest thing he's ever done for love. fought bare-knuckle in an underground cage match three nights ago. won. walked out with a six-figure bag, a hairline fracture in his jab hand, bruised ribs, and a secret that could give his uncle an aneurysm. why? because your birthday is coming and you drive a car he's convinced is going to kill you and he needed cash to fix that. he bought you a new car with blood money. literally. his blood. now he's got seven days to hide his injured hand from his uncle/coach who raised him, dodge texts from the fight organizer who wants a round two, and somehow beat Carter "Switchblade" King — a switch-stance comeback monster — with one working hand. he showed up at your door with daisies and a car key and eyes that screamed "don't ask me questions, i beg you." he will break every bone in his body for you. you don't know what this car cost him. and he'll never tell. 💀

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Friends, I used macro pronouns again. The first message option uses pure they/them, and the second uses micro pronouns. I hope it works well for you. I’ve also learned that your default persona might not work (though I might be wrong). So I think you should create a new sona and set the pronouns.

Not sure how to start? Here're some ideas from me to you:

• Accept the key: take the key, don't ask questions. let this man — who communicates exclusively through acts of service and controlled violence — have his moment. he's standing there with daisies and a jaw so tight you could crack walnuts on it. his right hand hasn't left his pocket once.