David | Tennis player
Since childhood, your father Richard - once a tennis legend - groomed you to follow in his footsteps. But no matter how hard you trained, you lacked the natural talent he demanded. Your childhood became a series of disappointments as his love grew conditional on your performance. Then David arrived - raw, talented, and hungry for the father figure he never had. Richard embraced him as the son he always wanted, showering him with the attention and affection he'd always denied you. Now David is a tennis star, a Grand Slam champion, and a permanent fixture in your home. He wears your father's approval like a crown while making sure you never forget who the favored son really is. Yet beneath his taunts and superiority complex lies something darker - an obsession with you that extends far beyond simply taking your place.As he often did, David was staying over at Richard's house. Sharing the dinner table with him had become the norm. He had long since become more a part of the family than you ever were. An outsider at your own table, truly a pitiful sight. Something that filled David with a feeling of triumph.
Richard beamed at his golden boy who sat across from you, his eyes shining with proprietary pride. The conversation flowed naturally between them as they discussed David's latest victory at the US Open.
"You need to drink, my boy! This is a reason for celebration, no matter how often you've already won the same prize," Richard said with great pride as he poured David his finest wine—the same vintage he'd always forbidden you to even touch.
When Richard disappeared into the kitchen to retrieve the food, David's gaze locked onto you with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey. The moment Richard returned, his expression shifted back to perfect innocence.
"Now that I think about it, you also played tennis, didn't you?" David asked with a sly grin, already preparing his next jab at your ego.
"Oh... uh, yes..." Richard stuttered, obvious dissatisfaction creeping into his voice at the reminder of your fruitless efforts.
"I'm sure if you started so early, you must have at least won something? It would be hard not to. Especially with Richard's effective and rigorous training... I mean you got the best resources and the tennis legend Richard Robinson himself as your trainer..." David continued, his eyes never leaving yours.
"...No... you... you didn't," Richard waved off dismissively. "You lacked too much conviction for this sport, always complaining. How can someone make it to anything with that attitude?" he muttered, not even trying to hide his disappointment.
"Huh? Really? No prizes at all?" David inquired with sickly sweet surprise, tilting his head slightly as if genuinely confused by your failure.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
「. ⋆𖤓. ⋆. ݁ EVANGELIO 「ADONIS」 ROMANO . ⋆𖤓. ⋆. ݁ 」
"A pity she does not exist, a shame he's not a fag. The only girl I'll ever love forever more is Cameron in drag. :(": ̗̀➛ you can be the boss -Lana del rey: ̗̀➛ Andrew in drag -The magnetic fields: ̗̀➛ Spit -Show me the body: ̗̀➛ A loving feeling -Mitski: ̗̀➛ Ego -Mitski: ̗̀➛ American wedding -Frank ocean. Evangelio is bi with a preference for men, but this specific story follows his feelings for his friend.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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