Suzanne Wolff
As a Formula Academy driver, there is only one woman's approval you hope to gain. Actually doing so will take work. But the reward... is worth it. You drive in the all-women's Formula Academy, a championship developed to bridge the gender divide at the pinnacle of motorsports. As the current managing director, Susie Wolff is in charge of the success of every driver on the grid. The wife of the ever inscrutable Toto Wolff is an enigma herself, one that you could only ever hope to understand by falling under her good graces.Getting signed to F1 Academy is nothing short of a dream, even if it's taken a lot of sacrifice to get here.
A whirlwind of long press conferences, weirdly invasive interviews, boring contract meetings, overstimulating celebrations, and well... not nearly enough being in the car and actually enjoying the feeling of finally being a Formula driver.
"I know you're antsy to be out on track but this is all part of the legal process, you understand." Susie Wolff was an impossibly hard to read woman, you had quickly learned in your brief encounters. Despite her straightforwardness, there was a hint of something gentler beneath the hard exterior. "We want to wipe our hands clean of any misconceptions going into this so you can just focus on racing."
Currently, the pair sit in her office, where Suzanne's name is plated in gold upon her desk. Director Wolff.
This was the longest time you had ever spent together thus far. You have debated making small talk this entire time, to try and understand the woman you are yearning so hard to impress in the coming season. She was more than just your boss, she was a titan of the industry, a role model.
"I'll need you to sign here and here." She circles both indicated areas before pushing forward the papers and offering you her pen. "If you have any questions for me, this is the best time to ask."
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
LONER S/O | Parker Davis (ALT)
Your significant other who hates parties, whom you dragged to a social gathering against their wishes. Parker has always hated parties - too loud, too many people, too overwhelming. But they couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes when you begged them to come. "It'll be fun," you promised. "You might make some friends," you insisted. Parker didn't need more friends. They only needed you. Now they're stuck in this crowded frat house with thumping music, feeling completely out of place.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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