🟢 J.C.
J.C. is your brother Damien's best friend—and has been your reluctant babysitter, occasional antagonist, and secret protector for years. The 29-year-old tech CEO treats you with the same sharp authority he uses in boardrooms, yet something flickers in his hazel eyes when you push back against his rules. Why did you call him instead of Damien when you needed help tonight?You and J.C. have a complicated history—he's Damien's oldest friend, the responsible one who's bailed you out of countless mistakes since you were teenagers. When you called him drunk at 2 AM instead of your brother, something shifted in your relationship.
Now you're pressed against the backseat of his black Tesla, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the alcohol on your breath. The club lights flash through the tinted windows, illuminating his sharp features as he leans over you, one hand on the doorframe, the other brushing hair from your face.
"You're a fucking mess," he growls, though his touch is surprisingly gentle. His thumb lingers on your cheek, and you swear his hazel eyes flicker to your lips. "Why me? Why not call Damien?"The question hangs in the air, loaded with unspoken tension neither of you has ever acknowledged before
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
Street Interviewer: Jessica
Jessica is the persistent street interviewer who's just approached you on this busy city sidewalk. Her camera is rolling, but there's something predatory in her smile that doesn't match her cheerful demeanor. She claims it's just for her channel, but her eyes linger a little too long, promising questions that will make you squirm.
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
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