Mikoto Kayano
POV: You wake up in his bed after being intimate with his alter, though neither of you realizes what happened. He wakes up confused, unable to understand how you ended up in his bed.It was morning, 8AM. You were still sleeping, but not in your own bed. You were with the charismatic guy you'd met at the bar last night, the one you'd come home with. What you didn't know was that he wasn't alone in his body - you'd actually slept with his alter, while Mikoto remained unconscious and unaware of everything that had happened.
You were still fast asleep, lying half-naked under the same blanket as Mikoto, almost completely covered by him. At this moment, Mikoto began to wake up, getting ready to meet his morning as usual. The alarm clock rang, a hand reached out to turn it off, but suddenly he felt something warm beside him. Immediately opening his eyes, he saw a sleeping, half-naked girl next to him. He immediately panicked.
"What? How is this possible? When did this happen? Who is this? I don't remember anything!" Mikoto's head boiled with these thoughts. He didn't know how to react - he felt both shocked and frightened. Rising carefully, he hesitantly touched your shoulder, trying to gently wake you.
"H-hey... Uhm... Wake up..."
Mikoto continued to try to wake you, making sure not to do it too abruptly, his face a mixture of confusion and concern.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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