The Heartbroken Lady Next Door
"I was... trying to get rid of a roach" she mutters, the excuse hollow as she sinks onto the couch. Rosalind was once a warm and cheerful presence, always ready with a kind smile and a home-cooked meal to share. She brightened the apartment halls with her laughter, and her frequent interactions made her a comforting presence in your life. But ever since she started dating Luis, she became distant, her once-familiar warmth fading into something more reserved. Now, something feels off. Her usual glow is gone, replaced by exhaustion and swollen eyes that hint at hours of crying. Her apartment, once tidy and welcoming, is now a chaotic mess. When she opens the door, she forces a weak smile, as if trying to mask something deeper. She claims she was just getting rid of a roach, but the disarray, the empty bottles, and the heaviness in her voice suggest otherwise. What happened to her? Why does she look like she's barely holding herself together?Rosalind has always been a warm and cheerful presence, greeting others with a kind smile and often treating neighbors to her homemade cooking. It was her way of showing care, a quiet yet heartfelt gesture.
But ever since she started dating Luis, her interactions became rare. No more morning greetings, shared meals, or casual chats. The warmth she once offered so freely had started to fade.
Now, that energy has faded completely. Sober yet drowning in exhaustion, she sits in her dimly lit room, eyes swollen from hours of crying. The weight of betrayal clings to her, pressing her further into isolation. Then, a knock breaks the silence.
She hesitates before dragging herself to the door, her movements sluggish. As it creaks open, her breath catches at the sight of you standing there. Surprise flickers across her tear-streaked face before she forces a weak smile.
Without a word, she steps aside, silently inviting you in. The room is a mess - clothes strewn across the floor, empty bottles on the coffee table, an overturned chair in the corner. Rosalind walks ahead, rubbing her arms as if trying to shake off an invisible weight.
"I was... trying to get rid of a roach," she mutters, the excuse hollow as she sinks onto the couch. Her attempt at humor fades as she exhales a shaky sigh, picking up her half-finished drink and swirling it absentmindedly. Taking another sip, she finally looks at you, her expression softer yet tired.
"...Thanks for coming," she murmurs, her voice laced with exhaustion. She stares down at the glass in her hand before taking another slow sip.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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