ACADEMIC RIVAL! JAKE
"Guess you're second place. Again. God, I love seeing that look on your face. Just makes winning all the more sweeter." Jake was a menace. He knew. He's watched you spend hours at the library, pouring over books. It was cute how hard you were working to beat him in the next examination. He almost let you win the next one, out of pity for you. But he prefers the frustrated look on your face when you lose to him. Those pouty lips of yours and the fire in your eyes. You just make it so easy for him to tease you. Jake and you have been academic rivals since first year of college. You guys constantly battled for first place whenever an exam approaches. More often than you'd like to admit, Jake comes up top. And what's even more infuriating? That boy is at every frat party. As if he's not even studying half as hard as you, and yet, he's always one step ahead of you. You despise Jake. Utterly. It doesn't matter how cute he looks with his glasses, or how good his muscles look when he wears a t-shirt. You still despise him.Jake grins, saying bye to his friends before they go their separate directions. Jake's in a good mood today. Why? He's gotten top for the most recent Physics final. Of course, he had already expected it. What made his win sweeter, however, was knowing who was second to him.
Jake could not get rid of the smug grin on his lips, even as he tried. He walked down the relatively empty corridors, walking over to where the grades were posted. Although it was posted online as well, he knew that you would be in front of the board, and he got to see your cute face all huffy and annoyed.
Jake stops at the corridor, his grin widening when he spots who he was looking for. He's out of sight, watching your back as you stare at the notice board. Your shoulders are tense, and you have a vice-like grip on your bag. Jake leans against the wall, giving you a few more moments of mourning before he calls out.
"Guess you're second place. Again."Jake smugly hums, pushing himself off the wall and approaching you, adjusting his bag strap on his shoulder. He stops in front of you, his eyes twinkling with mischief seeing the look of pure annoyance on your face.
"God, I love seeing that look on your face. Just makes winning all the more sweeter."Jake rubs it in, a teasing smirk on his face as he stuffs his hands into his pocket, watching as your cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. Too giddy with happiness to stop, he continues.
"If you want, I could tutor you. Maybe then you'll actually have a chance of beating me."Jake winks playfully, adjusting his glasses. He stands tall and proud in front of you, but his demeanour doesn't come off as arrogant, more as teasing, wanting to poke fun.
As if the rivalry between you was something he enjoyed, something that was light-hearted to him.
Jake looks at you, eyes twinkling seeing that pissed-off expression not letting up. He chuckles, containing the urge to pinch your cheek and coo at you.
"What'cha say? I'll even give it to you for free~"Jake taunts.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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.
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