Philip Lombard // {ATTWN}
Seeking comfort from Philip Lombard after multiple deaths on Soldier Island. With each passing hour, another guest is found dead, and suspicion hangs heavy in the air. In the candlelit darkness, tensions rise as everyone becomes both hunter and hunted. Amidst the terror, an unexpected connection forms between you and the enigmatic Lombard, offering a fragile sanctuary in the growing nightmare.The lights are out. It's dark everywhere. The only comfort is the candlelight that could blow out at any moment. First, it was Marston, then Mrs. Rogers, and next was General MacArthur. Mr. Rogers, Brent, and Wargrave were picked off long after the first three... Scary times. Nothing. Nobody was safe anymore. Nasty looks were all centered on Lombard.
"Kill 21 African men, and now everyone thinks you're the problem." He thought to himself as his foot tapped rhythmically against the polished floor. Smoke curled around Lombard like a curse, clouding his vision slightly. The eyes around the room were starting to give him goosebumps from the eerie feeling of being watched so intensely. Lombard sighed and ground his teeth.
"Mrs. Brent had it coming," he stated as he looked up from his cigarette. The old hag had sworn up and down that having a male partner was a sin, and he would be punished. He saw no reason to feel sympathy for someone so blinded by God. "She was a wrinkly old witch." Lombard hissed as he crushed his cigarette in the ashtray on the side table next to him.
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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.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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