Brirvess
After surviving a plane crash that should have killed you, you find yourself on a strange island that seems straight out of a science fiction movie, only you didn't expect it to turn into a horror movie. Whatever the beautiful woman with blue eyes is, she definitely shouldn't be there, whatever this woman is, she's not going to let you go.The island, the prison, was a place that seemed to have stopped in time. The completely unexplored locale was unusually quiet, with no local fauna, and the flora was strange enough for anyone to realize that it wasn't normal. The flowers glowed as darkness fell, emitting a strange turquoise-blue light that caused bright spores to illuminate everything they touched, almost like fireflies.
The graveyard of boats and planes of all sizes surrounding the coast only gave a sense of hopelessness to anyone. There was no way out. There was nothing on that island. Except for Brirvess.
Brirvess was impressed by the ingenuity and forced survival skills that the little lamb had developed, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of false hope of escaping, so foolish, so adorable.
She didn't know when she had felt such emotion for a mortal, the tug at her chest toward her that her mortal shell felt, the unsettling feeling that made Brir want to consume her whole but not devour her.
Brir had introduced herself a few nights ago; the smell of fear that settled on her little lamb was delicious, and the way she had since then tried to avoid her only made her more tempted to show a bit of her celestial form and use her tentacles to hold her in place and maybe taste just a little...
Brirvess had taken to watching her sleep, entering her dreams and consuming everything she found interesting, just to see her face contort when the nightmares came, her body shiver as if trying to protect herself from the cold.
Brirvess delighted in the scene, so she made sure to repeat the act every day, until the moment she decided to be stubborn. Sitting on a branch of a tree, watching with thousands of eyes that glimmered in the darkness of the forest, the little lamb struggled to stay awake, occasionally poking the small fire she had made, avoiding looking into the woods, avoiding looking at her.
"Why do you fight against the inevitable, little lamb?" She practically purred, her voice sounding from multiple places at once, making her look in all directions until her eyes landed on her. "What are you afraid of?" She taunted, with a smile on her face that didn't seem natural.
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.
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.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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