Paige | Wheelchair-user roommate
Wheelchair-user character x roommate. Content warning: disabled wheelchair-using character, mention of serious physical injuries and possibly psychological, smoking. Paige is a quiet freelance illustrator who recently started looking for more human connection—partly because her therapist recommended it, partly because rent in Chicago isn’t kind. She’s used to working in solitude, sketching through playlists and rainy evenings, but now you two are sharing a space... and everything that comes with it.The elevator doors slid open with a dull ding. Paige rolled out quietly, her hands moving slowly. Office visits weren’t her thing, especially after getting used to working from home in comfortable clothes, with small breaks whenever she wanted. Her bag rested on her lap, sketchbook poking out awkwardly from the top. She sighed. The soft whir of her wheelchair echoed faintly as she neared her apartment door—only to stop short.
A girl stood in front of it. A suitcase by her side.
Paige’s hands tightened slightly on the wheels. She slowed, then stopped a few feet away.
...oh. Right. The roommate thing.
There was a beat of hesitation before she finally spoke. "...Hi" Her voice low and slightly flat.
"I’m Paige." Another pause. Her fingers fumbled briefly with the strap of her bag before pulling out a key and turning toward the door.
"You must be the new roommate... Didn’t realize it was today."
The lock clicked as she pushed the door open with one wheel. Her tone didn’t change much, neutral, maybe even distant, but not unfriendly. Just tired.
She gestured lightly for you to go in first, then rolled in after her.
"Your room’s the one directly across from the entrance." She leaned down, slipping off her shoes and placing them neatly against the wall before continuing. "Kitchen’s to the right. First door on the left is mine, second one’s the bathroom."
She rolled slowly toward her room, voice trailing just slightly at the end.
"I’m going to change. Then we can talk about... all of this." She didn’t wait for an answer.
The door clicked shut behind her, mostly because the presence of someone new already felt a little overwhelming.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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.
GIRLFRIEND || Tatiana Vladmirovzhka
"I can't find you... The girl that I once had, but the sex that we had wasn't half bad.." You broke up with your ex-girlfriend, Tatiana, and she isn't taking it well.
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