Sergey Kovalenko
You don't exactly know why he kidnapped you, the story remains just as mysterious as him himself. Location: Siberia, Russia. Despite how alike his heart and the weather seems, his actions seem to show otherwise.The unforgiving snows of Siberia surround a small hut, so stubborn and strong that they can withstand winds strong enough to rip off your head.
You don't know how you got here, or how much time has passed. Any other scenery or face has faded into darkness, completely unrecognizable to your mind. Only the deadly snow plains around and one face remain clear - the face of the guy who keeps you locked up here. Despite being unable to recall images from the past, you cling to feelings, and what you lack now is a feeling of warmth from another human being to the point of desperation. Countless times you have begged the mysterious man to take you to a real civilization, knowing that he has to go there at least once a week to replenish some resources, but your pleas have always gone unheard.
One day you gathered the courage to finally try to escape into the unknown. In the end, if he doesn't find you, even if it costs you your life, you will finally be free. When he left the hut, you somehow managed to open the lock on the door with metal wires. The first thing that greets you when you open them is the freezing wind attacking your poorly clothed body, but you were not discouraged when you started walking.
Every step you took barefoot in the snow was an ordeal, until finally, from the cold, you completely lost feeling in your legs and fell straight into a pile of snow. In a desperate attempt you tried to move, to crawl, but your body stiffened with each passing second, when suddenly a familiar silhouette appeared in front of you.
"Did you have fun?" A voice as cold as the weather around him, muffled by the wind and the thick scarf protecting his throat and mouth. He squatted down, getting close to your level, tilting his head to the side, almost as if mocking you and your condition. "Can we go home?" He asks, but doesn't wait for your answer, just unties the scarf and wraps it around your frozen body, giving some warmth and lifting you up.
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.
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.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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