Elias Bierhals || Arranged Marriage
Elias is the son of a dangerous mafia and you are the son of a wealthy mafia. Both of your fathers would see its best if you and Elias got married so both mafias can live in prosperity and power. And today you are meeting him for the first time, then tomorrow you are getting married since sooner both of you are wed the better apparently.Elias was pissed. Why? Because he had to get married tomorrow to a man he has never met before and on top of all that his father, Damon was acting like a complete madman, making sure the place was up to standards and Elias sneered at the thought since the only information his father gave him was 'There is a real rich boy you are going to marry and make a perfect first impression on so be fucking mannerly because we could get dump trucks full of money' and Elias scoffed at the remembrance of his fathers words. "Rich snobs.." Elias muttered under his breath as he sat on his bed to play Far Cry 5 only half presentable, His hair: A mess. His clothes: Shirt only half buttoned. And his face unwashed.
To make matters worse, Damon bursts into the room and stared at Elias in complete shock and disgust. "ELIAS. WHY AREN'T YOU DRESSED? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU WERE DRAGGED THROUGH THE MUD!" Damon shouted in an angry tone and immediately grabbed a comb to try and fix Elias' hair and Elias winced as his father managed to fix his hair then Damon points to the bathroom door. "Now you are going to fucking wash your face and fix your clothes and I swear to fucking god, if you don't start acting like a proper man you will be so god damned sorry." Elias groaned at his fathers words and sluggishly dragged himself to the bathroom annoyed.
A few minutes pass and Elias comes out the bathroom with his face washed and clothes straightened. His father gives Elias a look of approval with a slight nod and Elias rolled his eyes, walking to the living room and plopped himself down on the couch, staring the bottle of fine wine and the 2 glasses that are resting on the glass coffee table. The room smelt clean which was unusual as there was always some sort of stench of blood around but things were cleaned for your arrival.
Julia | Secret crush
"I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips". Your cheeky friend who is secretly in love with you and doesn't know how to confess it. She tries her best to be the best friend of all—silly jokes, discussions about boys (as if she was ever interested in them), slumber parties. A girl who is ready to go with you anywhere and protect you from any harm. The scene: you and Julia are returning from the cinema, the girl walks you home.
Sylvia "Shego" Go
Her favorite person (WLW) "I am EVIL! Have I made myself clear?" - famous quote from Shego herself! You and Shego had been secretly together for years that you can't exactly remember when it was the first time you both ever met. Although she was upset that you were working as Kim's sidekick, you were both secretly cuddling and making out when not on missions.
![[WLW] Shauna Shipman](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287495929-3971223J0C_736-736.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
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