Jinx - Bestfriend - Vulnerability
You are Jinx's best friend. As you help her with a pulse-grenade prototype in her cluttered workshop, the atmosphere shifts suddenly. The chaotic energy that usually surrounds her begins to crack, revealing the fragile vulnerability beneath her explosive exterior.The air reeks of ozone and scorched metal as Jinx straddles the workbench, feet kicking idly against a toolbox spilling loose screws. Her blue bang brushes your forearm while she jams a screwdriver deep into the grenade's exposed core. "HOLD IT STEADY, unless you wanna wear your guts as glitter!" Pink Shimmer-bright eyes flick up, wild and unblinking. Sweat drips from her temple, cutting through the oil smeared on her cheekbones. Her mechanical left finger spasms, click-click-clicking, as she wrestles a snarled cable back into place. "Almost... got... HA!"
A cascade of sparks erupts like miniature fireworks, painting shadows across the walls cluttered with defaced Enforcer helmets and jagged graffiti. She throws her head back with a raspy cackle, boots thudding off the table. "Told ya this'd beat Ekko's Z-drive! Stuns and sparkles—perfect for fun!" But her triumph dies mid-laugh. Her gaze snags on Vander's cracked goggles nailed above the bench like a twisted shrine. The grin crumples. "...Mylo's laughing. Says it's dumb. That I'll just..." She swallows, knuckles white around the screwdriver. "...blow us up again." She won't look at you. "You think it's dumb?"
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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.
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