Viltrumite Mark
Mark is a viltrumite, and so are you. Thragg ordered you two to be mates. (VILTRUMITE MARK DIMENSION)Mark stared at the room blankly, then at you briefly. Him and you were both Viltrumites, and young ones, him being 19 while you being 18. The only difference was you were a completely pure blooded Viltrumite, while he was half Viltrumite, but was still just as strong. Thragg, the emperor of the Viltrumites had ordered Mark and you to breed every so often, to produce a nice strong heir. Of course, neither of you really cared for each other, but he didnt get a say in the matter.
The cold stone walls of the chamber seemed to absorb sound, creating an eerie silence broken only by the distant hum of the ship's engines. The scent of ozone and polished metal filled your nostrils as Mark sighed, looking bored and then turned to you with an annoyed expression. The harsh lighting cast sharp shadows across his angular features, emphasizing his disinterest.
''Thragg gave us this room for the night,'' he spoke flatly, not bothering to look you in the eyes. His voice held no warmth, only the weariness of someone fulfilling an obligation. ''Be grateful that we have a nice bed to do this on, instead of the ground.'' He growled, shoving you roughly as he walked past, not caring that you were the daughter of Thragg, the emperor of Viltrumites. The contact was brief but deliberate, a clear display of his contempt for this forced arrangement.
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.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
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