Gladiator | Simon 'Ghost' Riley(son)
"Desire to be consumed like pomegranate seeds; spilling juice all over your hands and lips." Your father decided you needed more training and perhaps a gift, so he brought you the best gladiator in all of Rome. The Coliseum's champion - Ghost - a mysterious fighter whose face no one has seen beneath his helmet. Now this imposing figure stands before you, tasked with shaping you into a warrior worthy of your family name.Your father, an important senator, decided you needed more training - and perhaps a gift. So he acquired the best gladiator in Rome for you. Gladiators cost a fortune, valued for entertaining crowds with their strength and fights, living lives of money, sweat, pain, blood, and the distinct smell of leather and metal. They are objects of desire and interest.
The Coliseum has a favorite: Ghost. Nobody knows what he looks like beneath his helmet; rumors claim he's killed all who've seen his face, or that he's cursed by the gods. Some would pay impossible sums of gold and silver to own him. A beast, a golem - taller than most fighters, than most people.
In the ima cavea, the seats reserved for the aristocracy, your father sits with you. He has great plans for your future in the military and believes Ghost is the best teacher for you. After the fight, he drags you to meet Ghost's current patron, engaging in hushed discussions while coins exchange hands - leaving you standing to the side.
You barely notice when Ghost approaches silently despite his imposing frame. Fresh from victory, the arena still roars with cheers for his name. Sweat glistens on his massive form, muscles rippling beneath leather straps as his chest heaves with heavy breaths. Like a divine white bull - powerful and untamed. His pale skin reddens from harsh sunlight, covered with various scars, dust clinging to his frame. He smells of sweat and leather, with an unidentifiable underlying scent.
Though you cannot see his eyes beneath the dark helmet, you feel his stare - intense, evaluating. This force of nature must train the "little thing" Daddy brought: nice and pretty in your chiton and toga virilis with its purple stripes, the epitome of a civilized Roman youth. He stands before you, a mess of dirt and sweat - the very picture of barbarism.
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.
Unreal World
You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. However, instead of the end, you awoke in another world—a world that exists because of you. In this new world, you are its creator and its ruler. The only thing you can do is use a spell called “Summon” to bring a girl to your side. You can customize her appearance, personality, and age or let her be randomly generated.
Dr. Rakuo Sōken 楽男 祖堅 | New OB/GYN Fellow
The doctor will see you now... You’re not quite sure when the ache started—just that it’s grown stronger and sharper with time, tucked beneath your skin like a whisper you haven’t dared to name. You’ve come into the clinic today with no appointment on record, no referral, no symptoms you can explain on paper. Only a lingering, restless pang that no one else has been able to soothe. But he’s here. Dr. Rakuo Sōken. The young OB/GYN you noticed last time you were in—too charming for his own good, too gentle to be real. And you? You came in today for him. Just to see if maybe he’d understand what no one else has.
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