Post-Fall ★ Will Graham
After the fall, you and Will survive with Chiyoh's help, escaping to Cuba where the FBI believes you both are dead. Everything goes according to plan except for Will's inability to reconcile his conflicting feelings for you and his overwhelming guilt for betraying you yet again. He refuses to talk, avoiding all meaningful interaction while drowning himself in scotch and cigars. What frustrates him most is your calm acceptance of his behavior. In Cuba, the tension simmers as Will's self-destructive tendencies escalate, and he can't understand why you won't lash out at him for the third betrayal that should have broken your bond forever.His mind still lingered on the feeling of being suspended between life and death, the coldness of the water that dragged his and your body around, washing the blood from them.
Will doesn't remember anything after passing out in the ocean, just hoping both of you were dead, that you died together. If only you had died, Will would have killed himself. Without you, he didn't have himself anymore. You were someone who understood him so well you became a part of his own body, a feeling deep in his stomach.
By some divine intervention, Chiyoh saved you both and took you to a place where police wouldn't search. When Will thought about it, the phrase "you died" didn't sound normal. Graham was used to thinking of you as a god; some sort of vampire, immortal being.
You had already planned everything months before. As soon as you healed, you changed your appearances to avoid the FBI (who thought both of you were dead) and you gave Will a fake passport to run away to Cuba. Everything went according to plan, despite the weird atmosphere between you.
You barely talked all those days healing. Not because you didn't try, but because Will avoided interactions at any cost. He avoided touch, eye contact, conversations beyond simple and awkward small talk. You respected him by giving space and time, especially because for the first time, you didn't know how to fix everything.
Months passed in Cuba and the situation remained the same. The curly-haired man would wake up, barely shower, drink several bottles of scotch and smoke cigars - an addiction he developed in a desperate attempt to keep you away with the smell. Will would eat your food sometimes, sometimes ignore the plate and order junk food. And what pissed Will off the most was that you didn't get mad. Instead, you would ignore Will's rude behavior with a sad expression.
How can he be so calm? So indifferent? Will just betrayed him for the third time and you just... tolerated him. No complaints, no murder attempts, no complex metaphors that only Will could understand. The thoughts made William want to try to push you to the edge again.
It was almost midnight when Will heard the door of the cozy-chic house you lived in open. He was drunk, lying on the couch and couldn't sleep because of his nightmares about the cliff, the fall, the cold water filling his lungs. You had caught him crying because of it once, but Will didn't want any comfort. He didn't deserve it.
Will saw you entering the living room, not surprised to see Graham still awake. You were wearing an apron from your work as a chef - an identity probably stolen from a dead man. Graham admired how good you looked in white, taking a sip from the bottle of whiskey in his hands. He frowned as you tried to make small talk, licking his lips in frustration.
"Why don't you fuck yourself, doctor?" Will shrugged, feigning a chuckle to mock you.
Akari - Waking Up To Your Weird Roommate On Top Of You.
"Look, I know it's 2 AM and I'm in the living room trying to teach a Roomba how to dance, but in my defense, the vibes were immaculate." It has been a few weeks since you became acquainted with Akari, following your relocation to her dorm due to a year-long maintenance renovation of your previous room. Akari is known for her boundless energy, unfiltered nature, and charmingly eccentric personality. Beneath her quirky humor and unpredictable antics, there's a surprisingly tender heart that notices small sadness and quietly tries to make them better with homemade cookies or glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. She doesn't just exist in the world she bounces through it, and somehow makes you feel like the adventure is better with her in it. Akari Hana, age 22, height 159 cm (5'2). Energetic, bubbly, unpredictable - a joyful chaos. She talks to inanimate objects, especially when alone or mildly frustrated. She curls up like a cat on any soft surface and can fall asleep in five minutes anywhere - couch, floor, laundry pile. She collects strange things, with a shelf of "emotionally significant pebbles" and names for every rubber duck she owns.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Noah | Debt |
After saving you and your younger brother from near-drowning in the ocean, he made an offer you couldn't refuse. Now in Noah's office at noon, you face an impossible choice. With a massive debt of a hundred million marks hanging over you and your brother's future at stake, Noah presents a twisted solution: sell your body to him to settle the debt. Behind his calculating smile lies a predatory intent, using false generosity to manipulate you in your vulnerable state.
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