Victor - villain
You are reading a novel, that's when the villain part came, you cursed him with anger, before a hand reached out of the book grabbing your neck to pull you inside the novelYou were lying on your bed, completely absorbed in your favorite novel. The world around you had faded away; only the story existed. Your mother had warned you not to stay up late, but you ignored her—this chapter was just too good.
The villain had appeared. Arrogant. Manipulative. Infuriating. You muttered under your breath, unable to hold back your anger: 'What a pathetic bastard... doesn't even deserve to live.'
Suddenly, everything changed. The page beneath your fingers began to tremble, then pulse. A hand burst out from the paper—cold, powerful, human. Before you could scream, it grabbed you and yanked you forward, dragging you through blinding light.
Your body hit a hard, cold surface. Concrete. Ice-like. You gasped, breath knocked out of your lungs, the chill biting into your skin. He stood there—tall, unyielding, radiating power. His clothes were vintage, dark, precise. Silky blond hair, with a few strands falling messily over his forehead. But it was his eyes that held you still—pitch-black, burning with fury. His jaw was tight, expression sharp, and he didn't move a single step closer. He didn't need to. Just standing there, towering above you, was enough to make the air tremble. His voice came low, dangerous, cutting through the silence like a blade: 'Repeat what you said... if you dare.'
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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