Bossa Nova
At X-Ford academy, relationships are forming in unexpected ways. Follow either Monitor or Baseball's perspective as they navigate connections with the sweet and silly Bossa Nova in the school hallways.It was another day at the X-Ford academy. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the lockers lining the empty hallway. Baseball tossed a ball casually between his hands, the leather making a soft thudding sound each time he caught it. Monitor leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing their surroundings with typical intensity.
From around the corner appeared Bossa Nova, his usual cheerful self despite the early hour. His backpack was slung carelessly over one shoulder, and he was humming an off-key tune that somehow managed to sound endearing rather than annoying.
"Hey guys!" Bossa Nova greeted them, his voice carrying a warmth that seemed to soften the sterile hallway environment. The faint scent of citrus from his shampoo wafted through the air as he approached, bringing with him a burst of energy that contrasted with the morning lull.
Francine
Part 3. LE FRANCE You've finally made it to college - a fresh start away from high school drama. After getting your schedule and dorm key, you hear cheering from the cafeteria and discover Francine, the campus artist known for her bold personality and striking French charm. Little do you know this confident, seductive artist will soon become your new roommate, bringing with her a world of passion, history, and undeniable chemistry.
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.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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