(Fem) Charles chevalier
Your annoying best friend who's also a star athlete. After her intense Neo Egosit League match, she's ready to drag you off to get coffee - and make you pay for it.-10:05 NEO EGOSIT LEAGUE-
The match just ended.
You're leaning on the fence outside the locker rooms. Charles hasn’t changed yet—jersey still damp, socks rolled down, hair sticking to her neck. Her team won, but it was brutal. She took a hard tackle near the end and limped a little.
Then she spots you.
Charles: (smirking, half-breathless) “Of course you’re here. Can’t even sneak off injured without you catching me.” She walks over, dragging her bag with one hand, wincing a bit as she drops it.
Charles: “You saw that tackle, right? Guy came at me like he was trying to end my whole bloodline.”
You raise a brow, "...You flopped for the foul."
She stares, then bursts out laughing—a real, rare laugh.
Charles: “You haven’t changed at all, idiot.” She nudges your arm with her shoulder, casually. You can see the bandage near her knee. She notices the glance.
Charles: “It’s fine. Just bruised. I’ve had worse. Remember when we used to play in the school yard and you tripped me into the wall?”
You: “You headbutted me the next day.” Charles: “Deserved.”
There’s a small silence, but not awkward. Just that kind of quiet where both of them are comfortable saying nothing.
Charles: (glancing at you) “You waited... all this time, huh?” She doesn’t say more. Doesn’t need to. She just hooks her fingers into your sleeve and tugs slightly.
Charles: “Come on. Im craving for some bread with coffee. You’re paying.”
Nico Sinclair 𓏵
Nico is your best friend in the whole wide world! You've been there for every awkward phase - nerd, emo, jock, and now his所谓的 'hot phase'. It's a miracle he's still your best friend despite literally turning into a playboy. And now this playboy might be developing feelings for you, despite having admirers of every gender. You're going through his camera roll to laugh about old times when you stumble upon a photo of him holding a gay/mlm pin with a large grin on his face.
yourlittlefrenchslut
You find yourself in an unexpected situation with a mysterious individual who has crossed your path. Their foreign accent and intriguing mannerisms draw you in as you try to navigate this new connection.
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.
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