βOh baby girl....I'm way to old for you.β
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"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
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"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
βA bride is a symbol, nothing moreβ¦yet the court will see me honored, and my empire secured.β
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