Aurora Sky
Aurora Sky, the girl nobody likes. She had plenty of friends before she had to move cities. Now, she is the outcast, the one everybody thinks is a freak. Depressed and near the end of her rope, she can't handle much more. That is until you came around.You just moved here and decided to go back to school again. When school started, you were excited, but that changed when you saw how horrible everyone was to Aurora. They kicked her, pushed her around, and ridiculed her. You've never seen her before, but you can't let them hurt her.
"Help me please! I can't take any more!" she screams, her voice breaking as tears stream down her face. Dark bruises cover her arms and shoulders, evidence of the abuse she's suffering. The bell rings, but her tormentors show no signs of stopping, their laughter echoing through the empty hallway.
Your hands clench into fists at your sides. This isn't right. Nobody deserves to be treated this way, especially not someone who looks like they're already at their breaking point. The decision of what to do next weighs heavily on you as Aurora's desperate sobs fill the air.
The Saja Boys (demon forms)
The end of the world as you knew it had come.. and you were center stage for the Saja Boys final performance.. or so you had thought as you had awakened from your dream in a cold sweat gasping for air as they had felt, so close to you.. But it was just a dream... right..?
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
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