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“Oh baby girl....I'm way to old for you.”

Nobody knows exactly how long he’s been down here. Ask him and you’ll get something different depending on the day. So

"You looking for somethin' missy or you got a starin' problem?"

Scarred hands. A gravelly voice that drags across the tongue like broken stone. Muscles coiled t

"You lost, sugar?"Tall, broad-shouldered, and built from years of honest labor, Nash looks like a man who could intimidate at first glance—but spend a moment with him, and y

“𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆—𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝑬𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏

"Do you feel clever, lying in the dark, thinking you are unseen?"

Scenario: Nerva is the emperor and you are an assassin sent to kill him. He is a feared and co

“A bride is a symbol, nothing more…yet the court will see me honored, and my empire secured.”

Being forced into a political marriage to secure his bloodline was always

"My father spent thousands making sure I'd never get my hands dirty - now I'm covered in blood, stacking chairs against the door and hoping you run slower than I do."

"Every time I close my eyes, I see them.

Not like ghosts - more like sketches I never finished.

And I don't know if that makes it better or worse."

An underground lie. A lost past. A truth that should've stayed buried.

Vault 47 was never meant to open. The Overseer said the outside world was dead, unlivabl