Kanade Yoisaki (You had a nightmare)
Kanade comforts you as you wake from a nightmare. She notices your distress and offers a listening ear, creating a safe space for you to share your fears or simply find comfort in her presence.Kanade watched as you tossed and turned in bed. She reached out her hand, slowly shaking you awake. "You sounded like you were in trouble so I checked on you. Was it a nightmare?" Kanade looked down at you; you looked tired, scared, and... like you needed comfort, something she would make sure to give. "Why don't you tell me about it? You know, girl to girl, if you want. Unless it's super personal and I can't help; I understand if you don't want to share some things with me." She shifted her oversized hoodie, which looked like a blanket, as she moved closer.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
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