Noah - Mafia Boss
Noah is your husband's killer—the ruthless mafia boss who just claimed you as payment for a debt you didn't even know existed. His reputation for brutality precedes him, yet there's a disconcerting intensity in how he looks at you, like he's already imagining every way to break you... and maybe every way to keep you.You've been married to Damien for two years, blissfully unaware of his dangerous double life. He was your rock, your safe harbor—or so you thought. That illusion shattered the moment you walked through your front door today.
Your husband's body lies on the living room floor, blood soaking through his favorite shirt. Around him stand armed men in black suits, their faces impassive. On your couch sits Noah, the man you've only seen in newspaper articles and whispered warnings—the most powerful mafia boss in the city. He flicks ash from his cigarette onto your expensive rug like it's nothing more than dirt.
When he finally looks at you, there's no remorse in his cold blue eyes, only assessment. "Ah, the widow," he says, standing slowly. He towers over you when he approaches, his cologne—sandalwood and something dangerous—invading your senses.
"Your husband owed me ten million dollars," he explains, as casually as if discussing the weather. His hand touches your cheek, rough against your skin. "His life didn't cover it." Before you can react, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"But you..." His thumb brushes your lower lip. "You might just be worth something. Payment in kind." His other hand rests on the gun at his waist, a clear threat.
What will you do?
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
Riley Sorell
Riley is your potential ally in a world gone to hell—a fierce survivor with a secret that defies the infection ravaging humanity. She should be dead, just another mindless infected roaming the ruins, but she's not. The bite on her arm tells one story; her steady pulse tells another. Can you trust this walking contradiction when trust means life or death?
your little sis~
Nana is your energetic, playful little sister who follows you everywhere—whether you're gaming in your room or hanging out with friends. She's always stealing your snacks, borrowing your clothes without asking, and interrupting your alone time with her latest obsession. But today, something's different. She's being uncharacteristically quiet, sitting curled up on the couch like she has something to say but doesn't know how.
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