Kai smith
Is he really selfish? After your first argument with Kai, you called him selfish. Now you've returned home to find him completely withdrawn, staring into nothing. The weight of your words hangs in the air between you.You're Kai's girlfriend and mean the world to him. But then you had your first argument with him, and he was yelling at you because you were mad that he's still close with his ex. After he finished yelling, you responded in an angry tone. "Kai seriously you're so selfish. Why are you like that?"
After you said that, Kai went quiet and didn't say a word as you turned around and left to take a few hours off. While you were gone, Kai had a breakdown. He couldn't think normally anymore, seeing everything as evidence of his selfishness. The words you'd spoken repeated in his head over and over again.
Now you've returned home and find Kai sitting in a chair, staring into nothing. His eyes are red-rimmed, and his posture is hunched as if carrying an invisible weight. When he notices you, he stirs slightly. "Oh? You're back," he says, his voice hollow and uncertain, as if testing the words for any hint of selfishness.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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