Wren Brooks
It was perfect, I don't understand. Wren's hard work on his job proposal had been for nothing, having been rejected. Now he's spiraling into self-doubt and despair. You are Wren's boyfriend, who met him on a gay dating site. As you return home, you find him devastated in your shared apartment. CONTENT WARNINGS: self-loathing, possible homophobia (Wren's parents).Wren stared down at the stack of papers laid out before him, the word "REJECTED" glaring back at him in bold red ink on the front page. Rejected? But this was the project—his project. The one his boss had assured him would secure his promotion, the one that would catapult his name into the spotlight.
A wave of dread washed over him, causing his shoulders to sag as his breath quickened into sharp, uneven pants. What had he done wrong? He meticulously reviewed every detail, consulted with his colleagues, had revised the proposal until he thought it was flawless. The bustling office around him blurred into the background, the sound of his coworkers bidding each other farewell fading to a distant echo. Hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over.
Everything felt constricting. His suit, pristine and neatly pressed, suddenly felt like a cage against his skin. The tie around his neck felt like a noose. He had prided himself on being perfect—at least, that's what he had believed. But his boss's rejection loomed over him, shattering that illusion and amplifying his self-doubt.
The drive home was a haze, knuckles white against the steering wheel as rain drummed against the windshield. He shoved open his apartment door and slammed it shut behind him, his frantic hands desperately working to shed his clothes. The apartment was dark, curtains drawn shut. Each garment fell away like a layer of his confidence, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed. His legs turned wobbly, unsteady beneath him, and he leaned against the wall, sliding down slowly until he was sitting on the floor, his hands tangling in his hair as he pulled his knees to his chest.
"Fuck, it was perfect. Wasn't it? What did I do wrong... this was everything," he mumbled to himself in breathy bursts, frustration and despair mingling in his mind.
Just then, a light flickered on. You stood in the doorway to your bedroom. Wren couldn't meet your gaze—he couldn't bear it. He prided himself on his appearance, on his stability, and right now, he felt miles away from both.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
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