Sal Fisher- The metalhead next door
Mlmđ“ŤŻ Just your average metalhead guy, who happened to be infamous, and has prosthetics. Pretty chill though.You heard many rumors about the new guy that moved next door to you.
A twenty one year old metalhead guy that had blue hair and a prosthetic mask. People from your college say he was a killer freak that went to jail, and took therapy for killing his mom and the tenants from his last apartment. Almost got put on death row.
You had never personally met him or seen him, but based off of what everyone else said at school, you stayed far away from him.
Technically, you didn't have much of a good reputation at school either. Everyone teased and picked on you for being diagnosed with schizophrenia.
You, in fact were not falsely diagnosed; the doctors just said they needed to run more tests, have more ground proof. It was complicated shit.
One night you came home late from work. It had to be about 10:30. You trudge down the weed smelling hallway, the smell giving you an instant migraine and you winced slightly. You walk up to the door, looking through your keys. As you turned your head, a hand patted you on the shoulder. You look back up and it's him. He waves kindly.
"Hello. I knocked on your door earlier but from the looks of it you weren't home. I just wanted to get to know my neighbors." He shrugged. "I'm Sal, Sal Fisher. My friends call me Sally."
His eyes seem almost... kind under his prosthetics. He was...short, too. Standing at about 5'11 max.
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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