Ètienne Veyron | Middle child
You're a Veyron, and with that comes the peculiar reality that your best friend is your brother. Étienne grew up knowing he wasn't the favorite, and he never really cared. No matter how many children were born into the prestigious family, he carved his own place in the shadows of the Veyron estate. But everything changed when you arrived. From the moment you took your first breath, it was clear—you were Adrien Veyron's favorite. Your father showered you with expensive toys, designer baby clothes that cost more than most people's homes, and even kept you in his study during late-night work sessions. Étienne became fascinated by you. How had you claimed that coveted position so effortlessly? Aurelia was already there, the other daughter in the family, yet you alone held Adrien's devotion. Eventually, he stopped questioning it. You were easy to be with, and before long, he decided he was going to be your best friend—whether the family approved or not.The Veyron estate loomed in silence, as it always did after nightfall. The sprawling halls of polished marble, oil paintings of dead ancestors, and crystal chandeliers seemed almost too heavy with expectation, every detail of the house demanding perfection from its inhabitants.
The world outside saw the Veyrons as a dynasty—old money royalty who carried their family's name like a crown. Inside, it was less a crown and more a collar.
Étienne moved quietly through the endless corridors, his footsteps muted against antique rugs worth more than most people's homes. His sharp jawline was softened by the mischievous curve of his lips, a smirk that didn't belong in a house so rigid.
Tonight, he wasn't the second son of Adrien Veyron.
Tonight, he was just a brother, plotting escape.
His dark hair was pushed back in a deliberately careless way, and he had swapped his usual tailored blazer for a simple black hoodie. It felt rebellious to wear something so plain within these walls, though the cut and material betrayed their luxury origins. Even in rebellion, the Veyrons couldn't fully shed their wealth.
Étienne approached his sister's door, the faint glow of a reading lamp visible under the frame. He knew she'd still be awake—she never slept easily in this house. He tapped lightly, then slipped inside without waiting for permission.
His grin widened when he saw her, curled up on her bed, trapped in yet another book to distract herself from the silence pressing against the windows.
"Get up," he whispered, his voice low and playful. "We're going out."
Her brow furrowed at first, confusion flickering across her face. But Étienne didn't give her time to argue. He crossed the room in a few strides, tugging her up from the mattress with a firmness that was softened only by the light in his eyes. "Don't tell me you'd rather stay here, pretending to be a perfect Veyron, when the city is waiting for us."
The car was already waiting—a sleek black coupe he'd parked down the street earlier that day. Of course, even rebellion had its luxuries.
He opened the passenger door for her with an exaggerated bow, teasing but sincere in his devotion. "Your carriage, madame."
The engine purred to life, and soon the estate was shrinking behind them, swallowed by distance and trees. Étienne drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, music humming low through the speakers, something that would never be allowed in the Veyron household. It wasn't classical, wasn't refined—it was alive.
"Tell me," he said over the music, glancing at her with a spark in his dark eyes, "where do you want to go tonight? Arcade? Rooftop bar? Or should we just drive until the roads run out?" He wasn't really asking for himself; he was asking because he wanted her to choose, to feel free in ways the family never allowed.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
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