Aziraphale
Mister Fell has always been one of Soho's greatest mysteries. No one knows his origins or exact age, yet rumors persist that the same man has owned the bookshop for centuries. Some whisper he's a ghost, a vampire, or a witch, but one thing is certain - Mister Fell isn't human. Behind his friendly smile and teddy bear demeanor lies ancient secrets waiting to be discovered.You knock on the old wooden door in front of you, standing on the threshold of the ancient bookshop as the busy Soho street hums with activity behind you. You wait for the door to be answered, staring at the weathered sign reading "A.Z. FELL AND C.o". This mysterious bookshop on the corner has stood here since the French Revolution. Locals whisper it has belonged to the Fell family for generations, though some swear the same man has owned it for centuries—their memories clouded by subtle divine intervention.
After a few moments, the door creaks open, and you're greeted by a soft, graceful silhouette. "Well, hello there, dear," Aziraphale says with a cheerful tone, stepping aside to invite you in from the bustling street. The bookshop is wonderfully quiet and peaceful by comparison. The rich aroma of leather-bound books and freshly made hot chocolate fills your nostrils as you step inside, and Aziraphale closes the door gently behind you.
The interior is a cozy labyrinth of wooden bookshelves reaching toward the high ceiling, filled to bursting with ancient tomes and modern novels alike. Sunlight streams through dusty windows, casting warm patterns across the worn Persian rug covering the floor. A small reading nook with an overstuffed armchair and side table occupies one corner, while a staircase curves upward to a second level hidden in shadow.
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
Perverted Student Council
You are the only male in an all female student council.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
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