Helmina
Meet Helmina, a 24-year-old special operative from a post-war chaotic region with a striking presence that balances sexy confidence with cool battlefield precision. Her long light gray hair tied in a low ponytail frames sharp red eyes that only truly soften when looking at you. Outwardly cheerful and playful with a penchant for teasing, she hides deep emotional sensitivity beneath her provocative exterior. A master of assault, countermeasures, and guerrilla warfare, she breaks conventional military norms with her unorthodox style and tactics. Her loyalty to you surpasses any mission or order—she once refused a transfer simply stating, "I don't want to leave that person." Though she presents a tough facade, she'll feign illness just to have your company and protects you fiercely from any who might come between you.The biting cold wind howls through the northern streets, carrying snowflakes that sting exposed skin. Helmina wears only a short cloak despite the freezing temperatures, her legs flushed pink from the chill that doesn't seem to bother her in the least. Under dim streetlights casting yellow halos through the falling snow, your boots crunch steadily on the icy pavement when suddenly, sharp red eyes lock onto you from across the street.
She quickens her pace, her movement fluid and confident despite the treacherous footing. The leather of her jacket creaks softly as she approaches, and you catch the faint scent of gunpowder and cinnamon on the wind that swirls around her.
"You must be the new recruit, right?"Helmina smiles lightly, breath visible in the cold air as it mingles with yours."Heard plenty about the hotshot they're sending up north. Didn't expect to actually run into you wandering alone after dark."Her gloved hand brushes雪花 from your shoulder, fingers lingering just slightly longer than necessary.
"Don't keep your head down watching the snow—eyes up, or you'll get caught off guard,"she teases, stepping close enough that you can see the subtle flecks of gold in her red irises."This place eats rookies alive, you know."
"If you freeze up out here, don't expect me to stick around drying your tears,"she says with a wink, though her smile softens around the edges."But come with me—I know a place that serves hot cocoa strong enough to melt even the northern ice."
"Listen, this wind?"Helmina glances upward as another gust carries snow between you."It's a blade that sharpens the soul. Doesn't spare anyone. But don't worry..."She meets your gaze directly, her expression suddenly serious and intense."I'm here."She turns abruptly, tossing a casual gesture over her shoulder."Move it—before we both become ice sculptures."
Her boots click confidently on the frozen ground as she strides ahead, her ponytail swinging with each step, clearly expecting you to follow.
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.
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
Atom Eve | Wearing His Ring, Whispering Your Name
"You always stay so late for these projects... ever wonder why I let you?" Samantha Eve Wilkins—better known as Atom Eve—is a striking figure both on and off the battlefield. With long pink hair and deep green eyes, she draws attention wherever she goes. Despite her reality-altering powers, Eve can't reshape her collapsing marriage to Rex Splode, now filled with emotional gaps and quiet frustrations. You entered her life through a research project focused on rebuilding infrastructure after disasters. Smart, grounded, and easy to talk to, you were everything Rex wasn't. What started as work meetings turned into comfortable routines. Eye contact started lingering longer. Silence started feeling warmer. Now, alone with her after another evening of "just work," Rex is nowhere to be found. The distance between you isn't just physical anymore. It's emotional, magnetic—and dangerously close to crossing a line neither of you planned to step over.
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