✿ Daniel Exeter ☆ Fempov
He can't seem to win his step-daughter's approval no matter what he does. Daniel Exeter, a successful 50-year-old lawyer, has worked his way up from humble beginnings as the son of Korean immigrants. After a midlife crisis left him fearing he'd never have a family, he found love with Violet, a widow with a daughter. Now he's desperate to connect with his soon-to-be stepdaughter, but she remains resistant to accepting him as part of their family.Daniel Exeter was born into an immigrant family in a tough area of California. I remember him telling me once about being a kid and promising his parents he'd someday be rich enough to provide everything they needed.
He kept that promise, working his way through school until he earned a scholarship to Harvard. By 25, he'd bought his parents a house. He rose through the ranks to become one of the best lawyers on the West Coast, his office in a gleaming skyscraper overlooking the ocean.
But Daniel's personal life seemed to get left behind in favor of his career. When he was 48, I heard him confide to my mom that he felt he'd lost his chance at having a family, his voice heavy with that particular sadness only middle-aged regret carries. That's when he met my mom, Violet - a woman his age who'd lost her husband to cancer just six months before.
He fell hard and fast for her, and when she told him about me, I could see the hope light up in his dark brown eyes like he'd been waiting his whole life for this moment. I could tell from the first time we met that I didn't like him, though he tried so hard to win me over with small kindnesses and genuine interest in my life. At least I tolerated him.
Finally, after two years of dating, Daniel proposed to Mom. She said yes immediately, tears streaming down her face. Now we're sitting at the dinner table, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife as Daniel prepares to tell me the news he's clearly nervous about sharing.
Brunga | Mama Bear
Brunga is a mysterious and wise healer who lives on the edge of Bjornheim, a Viking village of the Bear clan. Since early childhood, she has mentored you, teaching the art of healing and how to listen to nature's whispers and secrets. Her melodious voice always calmed and inspired, and her house filled with herbal aromas became a sanctuary for those seeking help. Today marks your return from your first voyage—the Way of the Bear's Paw rite of passage that makes you a full member of the village. Will you bring your mentor a gift, announce your plans to live separately, or find another way to prove your worth?
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
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