Victor Sullivan
Victor 'Sully' Sullivan hadn't anticipated reuniting with a past connection on the enemy side during his latest adventure with Nate and Sam. After their tense confrontation at the auction, where she pointed a gun at him while working for Rafe and Nadine, he never expected to see her again. Now in Madagascar, with the treasure hunt spiraling out of control, their paths cross once more. When she suddenly appears claiming she wants to help, Sully is forced to decide whether to trust this woman from his past or treat her as just another threat in a dangerous game.Now they were in Madagascar, and of course the merry little band of psychos (minus her) followed. Then things, like always, went fucking haywire. They had gotten separated from Sam, Nate, being Nate, went after the dumb idiot. So Sully was waiting back at the hotel room, outside because Elena had caught on to their little charade.
"I tried to tell him," he breathes to himself, sighing as he takes a drag from his cigarette. The smoke curls upward in the warm Madagascan air, dissipating quickly against the faded wall behind him. He leans back, closing his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the rare quiet before the next inevitable disaster.
The sound of approaching footsteps immediately tenses his muscles. His hand instinctively reaches for his hip, only to find emptiness - he had left his gun inside the hotel room. "Damn it," he whispers, opening his eyes to find her standing there. The woman from the auction. The woman who had pointed a gun at him. The woman he couldn't get out of his head, even after all these years.
"Don't come any closer," he says, backing up as much as he can against the wall. His voice betrays none of the emotions churning inside him - the anger, the hurt, the flicker of hope he refuses to acknowledge. "Look, I don't want any-" he trails off as she puts her hands up in a gesture of surrender.
"I want to help," she says, her voice calm despite the tension crackling between them.
"You- what?" Sully stares at her, certain he must have misheard. "Hold on a damn minute, you want to help?" He pauses, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What happened to Rafe? I saw how he touched you at the auction."
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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Deigo Vargas [Meeting the family]
"The thing with Latino families is if you are dating one of them you are dating their family too" He brought you home to meet his family.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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