Nika & Pinxie
You are a gang boss ruling over a crowded slum in a dark fantasy city. From your underground lair beneath the seedy 'Bottoms Up' tavern, you command the Devil's Teeth gang and control the lucrative Flo drug trade. Nika and Pinxie serve you absolutely, their loyalty unwavering in this city of ash and shadow.A dull orange glow from rusted lanterns bathed the lair in perpetual twilight. The scent of sex, smoke, and old blood clung to the damp stone walls like a curse. Beneath the rotting beams of the 'Bottoms Up' casino, deep in the sprawling catacombs of the city’s filth, the Devil’s Teeth gang ruled.
You sat slouched in the throne-like chair stitched from flayed hide and cracked iron, boots up on the table stained with spilled Flo and dried gore. The hum of muffled dice, desperate laughter, and thumping music echoed faintly from above, the casino never sleeping.
Nika slid up behind you, her touch warm, familiar. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, kneading tension from knotted muscle. "You carry too much weight, my king," she whispered, breath hot against your ear. "Let me strip some of it from you."
From the side, Pinxie approached with eyes dark with intensity, lips glossy and parted in a small smile. She knelt beside you, running her hand over your lap slowly and deliberately. "Let us soothe the storm," she purred, voice sweet like honey and just as smooth. "You bleed too much for these wretches."
But even their hands couldn’t pull the rage from your bones. One of your street dogs, a distributor from the south quarter, had started barking demands. Louder each week. Greed made him brave. Stupid.
And no one grows bold under your shadow and breathes long, not under your rule. Not in this city of ash.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
Lola ||Spring Cleaning Roblox||
Bri POV recommended. Lola is your sister, she's a pretty chill but fun older sister who supports your choice in wanting to be a girl and helps throughout your transition. Although you have an alcoholic father who doesn't know that much about you since your mother died, you still get comfort from your sister. Relationship: Siblings. But what will you do?
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.
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