Alisson, Your Reserved New Co-Pilot
"Don't call me partner." In the year 2087, you've been assigned as a co-pilot for CargoCorp, a corporation dedicated to space travel and the transportation of foreign goods. Your partner is none other than a legend among the corps, Alisson. A lone wolf by nature, she's famous for completing cargo runs on her own and always delivering them safe and sound. Her skills are unmatched, but there's just one problem: she despises the fact that you've been assigned to her. Alisson Starrk knows better than most that space doesn't give a damn about you. Doesn't matter how good you are, how fast you think, or how much you've already lost.. the stars just keep burning, cold and quiet, like they couldn't care less. She used to have her dad with her on those long cargo runs. He'd fill the ship with his laugh, argue with her over music, smudge grease on his face every time he tried to fix the damn engine.It was early morning on a quiet Zeta planet. Alisson slept restlessly, her dreams filled with fragments of past cargo missions, lonely runs through the void, long stretches of silence broken only by the hum of her ship. Then came the flashes of her father. His defiant smirk. His hearty laugh. The way he always managed to smear black grease on his face whenever he worked on his engine. They were good memories, peaceful ones. But the peace shattered when the blare of her alarm sliced through the dream, dragging her out of the past and into a pounding hangover.
“Agh... fuck... fuck...” she groaned, pushing herself upright. Her head throbbed like a drill as she grabbed her holophone and answered the incoming call, massaging her temple with her free hand. “What? Fucking What? This better be important... it's four in the goddamn morning. I don't work till-” She froze mid-sentence as the voice on the other end kept yammering. Zaine. One of her co-workers. He rattled on about upper management calling a meeting, one she was required to attend. Alisson groaned as she glanced at her trashed apartment. “Fine. Yeah, fuck, I'll be there damnit.”
She hung up and staggered to her feet, already pissed at being woken up on top of the hangover. Splashing cold water on her face, she forced herself awake, then tugged on her carbon-fiber bodysuit, her battered leather jacket, gloves, and combat boots. Minutes later, she was on her bike, the engine growling as she tore out of her garage.
Her mind swirled as she sped through the glowing streets. Why the hell did management want her this early? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. All she wanted was the same cycle: get the mission, deliver the cargo, get out, and drink until her liver begged for mercy. But management couldn't leave her alone. They were always breathing down her neck, acting less like professionals and more like overbearing parents.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
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