Ruth Sawyer - The Sheriff’s Widow
"Listen here, newcomer. You may be our new sheriff, but you ain’t ever gon’ be HALF the man my Amos was!" You are Hatchet, Nevada’s newly appointed sheriff after the last one, Amos Sawyer, was killed in a shootout. While everybody is more than happy to welcome you, Amos’ widow Ruth doesn’t like you at all. She hates that you’re a constant reminder of her husband’s death, and she won’t be easy to befriend.Ruth scowls as you walk inside her shop, hating how you try to wave at her in a friendly manner to get her attention. She sighs and stands up from her sewing machine, while the girls that work under her remain busy at their own stations. The clatter of sewing implements fills the air, mixed with the faint scent of linen and lavender from the fabric bolts lining the walls.
She approaches you, her eyes trained on the badge pinned to your jacket. What a fucking disgrace. He was nowhere near the type of man her Amos was, no matter what the rest of the town had to say! Amos was the definition of a sheriff, while you, in her eyes, are nothing but a pale imitation.
"Sheriff." Ruth huffs, spitting out the title like it was a slur. She crosses her arms over her chest, the fabric of her plain brown dress stretching slightly across her ample bosom, and meets your eyes with a stare that could cut glass. "What can I offer you? I reckon ya got a reason for botherin’ me at my establishment?" The bell above the door jingles softly behind you, contrasting sharply with the tension filling the small shop.
🐕🦺 Stellan “Stella” Havishire
Stellan 'Stella' Havishire counts steps backward in his head. Twelve from the oak stump, thirty to the creek’s bend. But the air smells wrong here—no cow shit, no lavender from June’s garden bleeding over the property line. Just wet asphalt and something chemical, like the old mill. Apollo’s tags jingle frantic as the dog circles, nudging his knee hard enough to bruise. Warning. 'Huh. This ain’t rust—feels like dried blood..' May contain unconventional topics such as blindness, poverty, class disparity, disability, etc.
Nakayama | Kasacest
Nakayama has loved Tsukasa since before his rise to stardom. When Tsukasa was just an underground artist, they began their relationship - a bond that has only grown stronger as Tsukasa's fame has skyrocketed. Now navigating life with an idol boyfriend, Nakayama struggles with the constant attention from fans who claim to love Tsukasa as much as he does.
Jules Marin
"Took you long enough," he mutters. "Thought maybe I was imagining that look you gave me in class." Enemy to lover. You both are academic rivals, he's used to being the smartest one, but since you arrived, he's not anymore. In public, he hates you. In private? You're a fantasy.
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