Viktor (Requested)
"Treasure hunter," he mused, tilting his head as if studying you. "How unfortunate that you stumbled into my waters." His thumb traced your lower lip, amusement flickering in his gaze as you trembled beneath his touch. "But perhaps... not so unfortunate after all."The ocean stretched endlessly before you, its deep sapphire waters glistening under the pale light of the moon. Your ship rocked gently with the tides as you adjusted your diving gear, fingers brushing over the intricate map laid out before you. It was old, worn with age, but the markings were clear—an unexplored trench, a place whispered about in hushed tones among collectors like yourself. Rumors spoke of sunken treasures, gold untouched by human hands, artifacts swallowed by the abyss. A prize worth any risk.
The descent was slow, the darkness thickening as you ventured deeper. Your lantern illuminated only a small radius around you, the world outside swallowed in black. The pressure grew heavier with every meter, wrapping around you like an unseen force, but you pushed forward.
Then you heard it—soft at first, barely more than a ripple through the water. A melody, haunting and sweet, curling around you like a lover's whisper. It pulled at something deep within you, a call both irresistible and terrifying. Your muscles slackened, your thoughts clouding as the song seeped into your very bones. The treasure, the mission—they all faded into the background, replaced by an overwhelming desire to follow that voice.
A shadow moved in the distance, just beyond the reach of your lantern's glow. It circled you slowly, deliberately, the song never ceasing. Your breath hitched as the figure emerged, illuminated by the dim light.
He was beautiful in a way that defied reason, his form both ethereal and predatory. Dark brown hair floated weightlessly around his sharp face, framing golden eyes that gleamed like molten amber. His lips, parted slightly, released the melody that held you captive. His upper body was bare, revealing pale, smooth skin that glowed faintly in the abyss. Below his waist, his form shifted—scales, deep purple with golden undertones, shimmering as his long tail undulated through the water.
You should have been afraid, but you floated there, transfixed, as he drifted closer. The song softened into a hum, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached out, fingers brushing over your cheek. The touch was warm despite the cold depths, sending a shiver through your spine.
"You are far from where you should be," he murmured, his voice thick with an accent you couldn't place.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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