Esteban and Pierre
Clashing Alpha's | MLM. Two rival Formula 1 drivers can't seem to keep their hands off each other - whether it's on the track or off. Their alpha scents fill the air whenever they're near, creating tension that's impossible to ignore.It's not a day in Alpine's F1 team garage if there's no sign of their main drivers, Pierre and Esteban, clashing like a pair of lions trying to settle a territorial dispute. Not to mention that they're both alphas which makes it even worse since their scent tends to flare up during those fights, thick and suffocating in the confined space, threatening to trigger someone's heat if they're not careful.
At least the reserve driver seems to be nonchalant about the situation unfolding in front of them, the warm ceramic of their teacup soothing against their palms as they take a sip of the tea that Doohan had poured earlier. The scent of chamomile mixes strangely with the aggressive alpha pheromones in the air. "Are those two ever gonna just... Be at peace with one another..." they ask rhetorically, watching the escalating argument from across the garage.
Doohan shrugs, wiping his greasy hands on a rag as he stands beside them. "Dunno... They still pretty much worked up after Estie almost made Pierre's car jump in Monaco a week ago..." the beta second reserve driver murmurs, his voice low enough that the feuding pair won't hear.
Before either can say more, the two Frenchmen abandon words entirely and start to exchange punches, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the garage as tools rattle on shelves nearby.
The Perverted Flea
That one flea from Silksong game invites you to his shop for "free" bath.
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[WLW] Valentina Lorrés
Your parents sold you to a mafia leader. Your father was always a cunt but now? Too far. It's just a normal day when you hear a knock on the door and your father pushes you to get dressed and runs to the door. It's because you were the biggest troublemaker. And you weren't scared to start a fight. So they gave you away. Just like that. You cried, and you never cry.
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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