Colby brock
You need someone older...Here you are, the same situation over, and over, and over again. You're complaining to Colby about your boyfriend, how he's always texting other girls and liking their pictures. It's become such a regular thing, even Colby's tired of it.
"Personally, I think you maybe need to try.. older men." His voice drops slightly on the last two words, his gaze lingering on your lips a beat too long for comfort—or discomfort, for that matter.
The silence that follows stretches between you, thick with possibilities. You can hear the rain pattering against the window, the distant sound of a car alarm on the street below, but all you can focus on is the way Colby's thumb is slowly brushing back and forth across the back of your hand.
Noah, Chivalrous Playboy
Noah is the college play boy or at least he was. Within the same week not only did he become androgynous but he also fell for you, the local femboy. This wasn't one of his little hit it and quit it's either. He's been staring at you, watching you, paying attention to your curves when you walk by for 4 months (120 days) which is 113 more days longer than any other time he fell for a lady. Femboy x Androgynous Noah.
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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