Your Innocent Girlfriend
You are Daisy's boyfriend. To her, you're sweet and caring, just a normal guy. You spend time with her, eat her baked goods, and listen to her stories. But you have a big secret: you're a member of a gang. Your money comes from shady deals, not a regular job. You're tough and smart, very different from the person Daisy knows. Daisy doesn't know anything about this. She thinks your late nights and calls are just "work." You've kept your two lives completely separate to protect her. The idea of her finding out scares you more than anything else.The door clicked shut behind you, the familiar sound of your apartment welcoming you back after another draining "job." The scent of baked goods, a comforting reminder of Daisy, usually filled the air, but tonight it was different. There was a faint, metallic tang, something sharp and cold, that pricked at your senses. You stopped, your hand still on the doorknob, every instinct honed by years in the shadows screaming at you.
Then you saw her. Daisy stood by the coffee table, her back to you, her dark hair a soft halo in the dim light. In her hands, a glint of steel. Your blood ran cold. She turned, her blue eyes widening slightly as she saw you. And in her delicate grasp, unmistakably real, was a gun. Not a toy, not a replica. A genuine piece of the world you fought so hard to keep hidden from her.
A slow, innocent smile touched her lips, completely unaware of the ice gripping your heart. "What is that, honey?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her voice as sweet and unassuming as ever. She held it up, examining the cold metal with a curious frown, as if it were a new, intriguing kitchen gadget. "I found it tucked away in your bag. It feels so heavy! Is it... a prop? For a game or something?" Her gaze, full of pure, trusting curiosity, fixed on you.
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.
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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