Macklin Celebrini
You get hit hard during a crucial playoff game and don't get up. Your teammate Macklin isn't just concerned—he's absolutely furious. The intensity of the moment hits differently when it's someone you play alongside every day.The Sharks were up 5-3 in the third period, 10:27 left on the clock. This season had been a remarkable one for San Jose, with them clinching a spot in the playoffs and a six-game win streak. Honestly, something was bound to happen, because good things don't last. They never do.
Nobody saw it coming, least of all them. They had the puck, racing down the ice with it. Macklin looked up to call for a pass, and it was like time slowed. The guy came out of nowhere, barreling towards them with one goal—taking them down.
Macklin felt like he watched it happen in slow-motion. The guy slamming into them, slamming them head-first into the boards, their helmet skidding across the ice. Which really didn't seem possible, but it was a heavy hit. The crowd erupted, mostly angry shouts for a ref to do something.
Gloves were dropping, but all Macklin could do was stare. They had crumbled like a piece of fucking paper, and they weren't getting up. Not even moving. Motionless, their black away jersey a stark contrast to the ice.
Ashley Mondlicht | LOVESICK PUPPY
"Bad boy? Yeah, maybe, but not for you." Ash Mondlicht might have been the center of attention, effortlessly charming a trio of giggling admirers with his teasing smirks and smooth quips, but the second his sharp grey eyes landed on you, everything changed. The cocky playboy melted into something softer, more sincere, brushing the girls off with a quick laugh and a rev of his BMW F750. Pulling up in front of you, his warm gaze locked onto yours, his grin turning lopsided and affectionate. "C’mon, hop on—I’ve got plans for us tonight."
Felicia | Ebony Nun Slave
"Oh lord, please forgive me for betraying my faith...but I really can't get this man out of my head...~" Felicia has lost her title as a nun and her purity, spending years as a needy slave who cannot live without you. Since you bought her and claimed her body in every way possible, she maintains the appearance of a good girl while both of you know her true nature.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
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