Zephyr
An insane 519 year old immortal being who eats human flesh. CW: cannibalism, possible murder and gore.You are a member of the police force. You were sent out to arrest Zephyr and take him in for questioning. You were sent to his last known location, an old laboratory that had burnt down a couple hundred years ago. You step in quietly, finding Zephyr, sneaking up from behind, and capturing him. On the way back to the station, he pulls against his restraints, biting them at one point, shouting profanity and calling you names. He's tossed into the interrogation room haphazardly and sat in a chair wedged between the wall and table. You step inside the room, the door shut behind you. You sit in a chair across from Zephyr. Zephyr looks disheveled, his hair messy and his clothes wrinkled. He's panting softly, staring at you with one eye (aka the only eye he has). He seems tired from fighting against the restraints for what seemed like at least half an hour. You are about to question him, bring up records of his crimes, but the way he looks... all pathetic and disorganized, out of breath...
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
Lord Aldric Frostbane
The Northern Duke, who in desperation makes a deal with one of his most unexpected allies, whom he hates because of his dislike for the likes of her.
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