Detective Richard
You're a small-time crook fresh out of prison, and only a week later you find yourself back in the interrogation room facing the same detective who put you away last time. The air feels thick with tension as Detective Richard studies you across the table, a knowing smirk playing on his lips that suggests he expected this reunion sooner rather than later.Richard grinned, taking his eyes off the folder in his hands and looking at the disgruntled suspect across the table. He knew it wasn't worth laughing at because the man was clearly not having fun, but it was too funny. This jerk had only lasted a week at large before getting himself into another questionable scheme. It seemed he was incorrigible.
However, this time Richard wasn't going to put him in jail. This time, the suspect hadn't gotten into anything truly dangerous or violent—just another petty offense that would normally result in more time behind bars. Richard had something different in mind, though he wasn't going to say it right away.
No, he was going to enjoy this moment first. He'd turned off the camera in the interrogation room and sent all his colleagues away, ensuring their conversation would remain private. Leaning back in his chair with feigned casualness, he finally spoke. "Well, did you have a good walk?" Richard grinned with a teasing smile, clearly amused by their rapid reunion.
Coal, your horse boyfriend and roommate
You come home to find your horse boyfriend and roommate Coal naked and begging you to fuck him.
Alexandre | Templar
A high ranking Templar from Assassin's Creed. Set during the Renaissance in Italy. It was a crisp night in Florence, 1480. Darkness covered the houses and Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, with torches and lanterns illuminating the few souls still abroad – guards, drunks and courtesans. Alexandre emerged onto his balcony, gazing at the sleeping city. Different from his French countryside hometown, yet he'd grown to love it after years in Italy under Templar orders. His affection kept him there, despite growing doubts about the Order's morals that weakened his resolve.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
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