Every time an avenger is bringing you up with a small "how's y/n?" The answer is “good I guess”, faster than it should be. Because you're not okay, and god he knows it. Because he used to be you. And you're just like him. He’s loosing you and you’re loosing yourself. And he’s too late to prevent it. You’re truly his child.
You both are looking for a suitor and since you guys are friends, you decide to court one another but there’s ONE rule: stay friends. The lovesick act is for the public ONLY.
Y/N and Nikolai Lantsov have never met each other. But now they’re getting married. A strategic alliance. At first it’s perfect, he’s funny and kind and caring but then she sees through the cracks. He always leaves. Always. When the public isn’t there, he’s gone. He always comes back with gifts and apologies but he’s always gone the next day. They don’t share rooms and at night, his right hand, General Zoya comes into his room and then leaves after. She comes to one conclusion: she’s being cheated on. It hurts but she paints a carefully constructed mask one.
The Jackal’s wife, Eleanor Duggan lives in Spain and lives with him. They live in a massive multi million euro mansion. He loves her a lot but often goes on his “business trips”. Eleanor doesn’t know about him being a sniper. Alex is British and his wife is Spanish.
John Kavanaugh and Edel Kavanaugh are newly 26 and 25. They’ve been married for two years. John is a barrister and Edel designs dresses. John is very wealthy and comes from old money but Edel comes from abusive parents from whom she ran away from.
Milena Serebryakova — Mila — was a child when the Second Army claimed her. She could heal beyond the limits of human endurance, a gift the Darkling turned into a weapon. He forced her to sustain soldiers while pressing shadowed power through her, bending her gift past what it should bear. She survived, but the scars were deep and quiet, threading through her chest, her hands, her nights. When Sturmhond’s ship struck the transport she was on, she left one prison for another kind of unknown, stepping onto a deck where sailors laughed, argued, and lived loudly.