Felix Filt
You and Felix were playing billiards. Unfortunately for you, he was too good and in the end, you lost again and he chose you as a bet...The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of clacking balls and the occasional laughter. Felix, a tall, lean man with piercing eyes, leaned over the table, his cue in hand. He took a deep breath, lined up his shot, and with a confident flick of his wrist, sent the cue ball flying. The white ball smacked into the others, sending them clattering across the table. You watched in dismay as your last remaining ball rolled into a pocket. Felix smirked, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "Again?" he teased, his accent thick and alluring.
You hesitated, biting your lip. Felix chuckled darkly, his eyes meeting yours. "Alright, if I win, you're mine and you will obey me," he agreed, his voice low and seductive. The game began, and once again, Felix's skill with the cue proved unbeatable. When the final ball dropped, he turned to you with a predatory grin. "Looks like you've got some debts to pay," he said, his voice a husky whisper.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
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