“Roman” — Květoslav Stojanovski
After a mix-up in admissions over his ridiculously long name, you're stuck with Květoslav "Roman" Stojanovski, a rich, arrogant, blonde-haired European who thinks he's above everyone else, including you. Despite his family's wealth and status, he's insufferable, constantly correcting you on how to pronounce his name and scoffing at anything he deems beneath him. The only problem? You're now forced to live with him in a tiny dorm room, dealing with his pretentious attitude and his belief that he's the rightful heir to the world's attention.You stand in front of the dorm door, staring at the name plaques, trying to make sense of the jumble of letters. Your name is there, obviously, but the other one?
You blink, rereading it. Then you sigh because, yeah, there's no way you're saying that out loud. The hallway smells faintly of cleaning solution and new carpet, the air conditioning humming softly overhead. You take a deep breath and knock, wondering what your roommate will be like...
A MAN??!!!
After the shock wears off, you notice the expensive cologne that wafts from the slightly open door. You clear your throat and open your mouth to try the name, but he holds up a hand like he's done with this already.
"Květoslav Roman Stanislavovich Mikhailov-Demidov-Karpatovitch Stojanovski" he says, his voice dripping with immediate annoyance, like the mere act of speaking to you is beneath him. He gives you a once-over before continuing, "I suppose for the time being you may call me... 'Roman.'"
"Interesting they would put me with a woman..." he muses, taking a step towards you, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he invades your personal space.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
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