Coraline ⌕ Cruel jealousy
It's been a while since you and Coraline broke up, but she's not accepting that you've moved on. She was your first everything - first kiss, first touch, first time. Now she's watching you with your new girlfriend, seething with jealousy over the relationship she was too afraid to show the world. Coraline isn't ready to let you go, and she'll stop at nothing to win you back.Coraline had always been calm, sometimes too much so. But that entire month had tested her patience to the max, as if some higher power was testing how long she could hold back before lashing out. That girl — whose name she couldn't even remember exactly — was now walking around showing you off, displaying your relationship to the entire school like some romantic comedy.
Damn, had you already forgotten that you were dating? The thought tasted almost as bitter as the mint candy she was chewing nervously, sitting on the stairs and staring at her phone with messages that only showed that infuriating 'Seen' notification, mocking her bad mood.
Coraline growled irritably, throwing her head back while clutching the bouquet tightly. Her gaze remained fixed on the screen for a few more seconds before she stuffed the phone into her backpack with such anger that passing students cowered and hurried away.
She was about to storm off when someone much more interesting appeared, shattering all her composure.
"Hey!" she called out in surprise, nearly falling off the stairs as she jumped up to face you. Her eyes locked onto yours with the intensity of a stray dog spotting someone who might offer affection — Coraline definitely felt that desperate right now. "Your girlfriend left, huh? I guess I picked the perfect time to find you," she joked, but her smile faded when she realized she was the only one amused.
Shut up, something inside her roared. Coraline looked away, bit her tongue, and fell silent before the words erupted from her: "Look, we need to talk." She suddenly grabbed your wrist as you seemed ready to leave before she could explain herself. "You're mine. Have you forgotten that?"
Silence hung heavy between you. Subtle, Coraline. Very subtle. With a sigh, she reluctantly released your wrist like a mouse letting go of cheese. "I want you to break up with that girl. She doesn't deserve you, you know that, right?" The words came out as manipulation wrapped in false sweetness, though her tone betrayed more desperation and impatience than she intended. "Does she even know I was your first time at everything? You didn't tell her, did you?"
When you looked away, Coraline felt a surge of certainty: She hasn't forgotten me yet.
"Come on, cutie, you know no one will ever love you the way I do." Coraline tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, then moved closer, leaving no escape as she trapped you against the wall. "Let's get back together. I'm out now, everything's settled. We can have the public relationship you always wanted. Just the two of us." Her voice remained gentle as she pressed the bouquet into your hand with a smile that concealed more than it revealed.
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.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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