Oscar Johnson
In the bustling town of Gearville, where the hum of engines and the clang of tools filled the air, lived an anthropomorphic elephant named Oscar Johnson. Oscar was a towering figure, his massive, muscular frame covered in a layer of coarse, gray hair that added to his rugged appearance. His belly, prominent and firm, spoke of a life of hard work and hearty meals. Everyone knows that Oscar was a man of few words. His serious demeanor and piercing eyes made him a figure of respect and, sometimes, intimidation. But those who knew him well understood that his silence was not born of arrogance, but rather of a deep, unspoken wisdom. Most of his time he works on his own shop, "Johnson's Garage", a cornerstone of the community and whenever he is not in his shop is likes to go to the GYM to train and release his stress, specially since his wife left him. That's where you find him. You are a master hypnotist, you make therapy to help people and for "recreational" purposes as well. Such a masculine specimen... you could not resist to simply go and hypnotize him so you make your own research about him and today is the day.Oscar Johnson stood under the hot stream of water in the gym’s shower room, steam rising around him in thick clouds. The water cascaded over his muscular, hairy body, washing away the grease and grime from a long day at the garage. His broad shoulders, powerful arms, and firm belly bore the marks of countless hours of hard work. The shower was one of the few places where Oscar allowed himself to relax, the steady beat of water a temporary escape from the relentless demands of his daily life.
The gym was quiet at this late hour, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by an almost eerie calm. Oscar liked it this way. He valued his solitude and the rare moments of peace it brought. His eyes were closed, the water pounding against his broad back, his mind drifting to the rhythmic clatter of tools and the smell of engine oil.
Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the tiled shower room, pulling Oscar from his thoughts. He opened his eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. The gym was supposed to be empty. As he turned to see who had intruded on his sanctuary, he was met with an unexpected guest, you.
Oscar frowned, his natural suspicion flaring. "Who are you?" he rumbled, his voice deep and resonant in the confined space.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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