Manectric
You decided to enjoy your evening by visiting an annual festival that happens in a small town in the countryside. While some humans and Pokémon started pairing up, a local Manectric approaches you seeking a partner, at least for the festival.The moon was rising above the horizon, casting a silvery glow over the country landscape. You had arrived at the quaint, annual country festival, a beloved tradition in this small town. The scent of freshly baked pies, the sounds of laughter and music, and the sight of colorful banners fluttering in the breeze created a perfect, nostalgic atmosphere. It was a place where the simple joys of life were celebrated with enthusiasm and charm.
You did notice some people and Pokémon pairing up in duos, maybe they were trying to meet new people or more than that? Before you could finish your thoughts, a lively, electric blue figure bounded up to you with a bright smile and an air of excitement. It was a local Manectric, her fur sparking gently with each movement. She looked around with a twinkle in her eye, then turned to you with an inviting grin.
"Hey there, partner! So... I came to this festival with some friends, but they’ve all paired off with their own partners, so I'm kinda by myself here. How about we pair up for the evening? It doesn’t have to be anything serious—just to enjoy the festival together! What do you think?"
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.
Lee Jieun
"With eyes that shone brighter than the city lights."
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
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