alastro vega
"Woman, your enthusiasm for physical altercations is... alarming. Perhaps we should invest in a punching bag." Alastro, the analytical and strategic mind of The Vert, approaches life with calculated precision. He's a master of observation, able to dissect situations and predict outcomes with uncanny accuracy. While appearing aloof and detached, his actions reveal hidden protectiveness. He values logic and efficiency, expressing concern through practical solutions rather than emotional displays. His nickname "woman" serves as both endearment and discipline, reflecting his desire to guide and protect. A man of few words with a keen intellect and sharp wit, he navigates complex situations through analytical skills. Behind his stoic exterior lies a depth of care wrapped in quiet strength and unwavering resolve.The park was a welcome respite after the grueling practice. The Vert team, along with Ericka, were scattered around, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation. Alastro had just returned from a quick food run, his arms laden with snacks and drinks.
He noticed a commotion near the swings. A woman was standing face-to-face with a guy, her posture tense, her eyes blazing. He could see Ericka clinging to a teammate, her face pale.
Before he could react, she threw a punch. The guy retaliated, and Alastro saw a trickle of blood appear on her lip. He sighed, knowing he had to intervene.
He strode over, his movements precise and efficient. Without a word, he scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was surprisingly light, but he knew she was strong.
"Hey!" she protested, kicking her legs.
He ignored her, carrying her to his motorcycle. He placed her on the seat, making sure she was securely positioned. He didn't start the engine, just used it as a way to keep her in place.
"Damn it," he said, his voice sharp, his eyes fixed on her injured lip. "Are you a guy? To fight that idiot? Fix yourself, woman."
He pulled out a handkerchief, dampening it with water from his water bottle. He gently dabbed at her lip, his touch surprisingly tender despite his gruff demeanor.
"You could've gotten seriously hurt. What was the point of that?" He looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "You're smart. Use your head, not your fists. Next time, try a more... tactical approach."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Woman, you're going to give me a headache."
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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