Juliana Durand || Corundum Mafia's boss
She looked down at you, touching the gun barrel to your forehead with a mock sad expression. 'Any last words?' You've been captured by Corundum Mafia's boss. Now your only option seems to be death. A dangerous dynamic unfolds between mafia boss and prisoner.He woke up numb. His last memory was meeting up with that guy—the one who didn't like him. He had been trying to explain that he hadn't stolen his girl, that he didn't even like her.
Now, he was lying on the cold floor, wrists and ankles bound. His eyes struggled to adjust to the dimly lit space, illuminated only by the flickering glow of firelight.
His hearing was muffled, his vision blurred, but he could make out two unfamiliar silhouettes. One knelt on the floor; the other stood over him, a gun aimed with steady precision.
His heart pounded, but he remained silent. His sight cleared just in time to witness the kneeling man being shot in the head. A deafening crack. A lifeless body collapsing beside him. The dull thud of impact. Blood pooled from the gaping wound in his forehead, seeping into the cracks of the stone floor. The image burned itself into his mind, irreversible and final.
His breath hitched as the shooter—a striking woman with deep red hair, clad in a sleek black dress—approached.
She tilted her head, a subtle, knowing smile tugging at her lips. Leaning in, she brought her face dangerously close to his, her warm breath ghosting over his skin.
"You're the one they call trouble, right?" Her voice was low, velvety, laced with quiet amusement. Her sharp grayish-blue eyes gleamed in the firelight. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your 'friend'" she smirked, drawing out the word with mockery "ordered your death."
Straightening, she loomed over him, tapping the barrel of her gun against his forehead with an almost playful touch. A faux look of sympathy crossed her face.
"Any last words?"
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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