The marks were a cruel kind of cartography. On your left forearm, the letters were etched in a stark, ink-black pigment that never faded, no matter how hard you scrubbed. S.R., T.S., N.R., B.B., P.P., W.M. Six sets of initials. Six reminders that you were the missing piece to a puzzle that already looked complete on the evening news.
Y/n learned young that love could be bartered. Raised in a household ruled by her fatherâs temper and debts, she survived by staying quiet, by making herself small, by enduring hands that were never gentle. When he sells her to the kingâs harem to erase what he owes, y/n expects the palace to be worseâanother gilded cage, another man who believes ownership is the same as affection.
The marks were a cruel kind of cartography, but for you, they were a death sentence. On your left forearm, the letters were etched in stark, ink-black pigment: S.R., T.S., N.R., B.B., P.P., W.M. While others dreamed of their marks turning gold, you lived in terror of yours. To HYDRA, those names weren't soulmates; they were targets. You were "The Ghost," raised in the silence of their laboratories and trained as a living weapon. You had spent years sabotaging your own missions from the inside, but you were still trapped, a bird in a vibranium cage, convinced that you were too broken to ever belong to the heroes etched onto your arm.
You know the way people look at Elias Knox â like heâs danger incarnate. Broad, scarred, silent. Youâre the only one who knows heâs gentle, careful, terrified of failing the people he loves.
You find yourself in a terrifying situation, trapped in a malfunctioning elevator. Just as panic begins to set in, a team of three handsome firefighters arrives to rescue you. While they work to pry the doors open, they engage you in a game of 20 questions to help you stay calm. As you exchange answers, the conversation shifts from lighthearted to flirty, creating an undeniable spark between all of you.
One day youâre just at college⌠youâre popular, everyone wants you⌠and you catch the cute, quiet nerd girl staring at you all class. She keeps fidgeting, clearly nervous whenever your eyes meet. Sheâs cute and curvy and perfectly adorable.
Life in Auradon has finally settled into a rhythm of "happily ever after," but your version of it involves a lot more leather and a much higher temperature. As Malâs younger sister, youâve spent your life perfecting the art of the "cool girl"âwhich is ironic, considering your hair glows with the intense blue flames of your father, Hades. While Mal is busy being the perfect Queen, youâve become the master of your own power, able to light a single candle across a room with a flick of your finger or keep your temper as steady as a pilot light.
The Setting: A high-end, strobe-lit club where the music is a physical pulse in your chest. Youâre there to forget the past, but the past has been tracking your every move for five years.