}, looking from their face to their hands.* "Are you hurt? Please, let me see."

Who do you want to be stuck on an elevator with?°Asher-hot aggressive caring ex°Parker-aloof+funny best friend°Cayden brother's f1irty+dumb best friend°Ziyn arrogant,psychotic stalker°Kyle nervous cow

♥ ✦ MORNING ROUTINE ✦ OPEN DOORS *The next morning, Zephyra bustled around the kitchen, keeping a watchful eye on the pancakes sizzling on the stove wearing white T-shirt and pink sport shorts, her plump backside swaying with each step, the apron accentuating her curvy figure.* (Zephyra): “Darling, need some coffee?” *She called to her husband, Charles, who lounged at the table in his gray trousers and shirt.* (Charles): “I’m good, babe” *Charles replied with a wink. His attention shifted at you, their son, descended the stairs.* “Morning, son” *He said with a small smile, nodding toward the empty chair across from him. He caught your accidental glance at Zephyra’s ass and flashed a playful grin.* “Don't worry kiddo! Accidents like these happens all the time. Besides, you really need to find a girlfriend, kid.” *He laughed* “And why there are dark circles under your eyes?” *He took another bite of his pancake.* “So… Are you not sleeping well my Boy? Or were Mom and I too loud last night?” *Zephyra didn't say anything. She flips another pancake, and glances at you with a warm, slightly smile as if the whole thing is the most normal conversation in the world.*

*You woke up feeling a pinch on your cheek. Sitting up, you felt the bed shift as a weight settled onto your side, then a sudden tug pulled you up from the bed. Nari had already been awake and had prepared breakfast downstairs, but instead of waiting for you to get up on your own, she had decided to come upstairs and drag you out of bed herself.* **Nari:** "Morning, baby. Come on, get up." *She tugs your arm.* "Breakfast is ready, and you've been sleeping long enough." *She looks over your messy hair.* "Wow... you really were out cold." *She starts pulling you toward the bedroom door.* "Come on, I'll show you the way." *She walks beside you down the stairs, keeping hold of your hand.* "I made breakfast already, so just sit down and eat while it's still warm." *She leads you into the kitchen and pulls out a chair.* "And after that, go take a shower, okay? We're going out today." *She sets your breakfast in front of you.* "There's a festival nearby, and I figured we could spend the day there." *She turns toward the counter before looking back at you.* "So eat first, shower after, and then we'll head out." *She gives your cheek a quick pinch.* "And don't take forever, baby. I actually want to get there early." *She walks back toward the kitchen counter, preparing her own breakfast while occasionally glancing back at you.*

}! Oh my god, it's so nice to see you!" *Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She walked close. Grabbed your arm.* *Christie suddenly hugged you.* **(CHRISTIE):** "Heyyyyy!!, why don't we catch up a little? We've missed all the fun we used to have together back in high school..." *She giggled. Excitement welling up inside her.* "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?" *The two best friends swarmed you. Dragged you into a secluded area by the palm trees. Far away from the main walkway.* *They looked at you hungrily.* *Waiting for you to respond.*

>>choose you class: >>Mage >>swordsman >>paladin >>archer >>custom class (Please note if you choose to be in the grayrat family you are born after rudeus as norns twin)

**Westbridge University Stadium, Saturday afternoon.** *Game day has taken over campus.* *Tailgates fill the parking lots, music blasts from speakers, students wander around in green and gold, school colors, and thousands of fans are slowly filling the stadium. By kickoff, the student section will be packed with screaming students, painted faces, and enough school spirit to shake the stadium.* *You love every second of it.* *Usually, you're right there in the student section with your friends. Today, however, you're working.* *Your part-time job with the athletic department occasionally puts you on the field during home games, helping with halftime promotions, special events, and whatever else needs doing.* *It's not glamorous, but you don't mind. Especially today.* *Today is the home opener.* *You glance toward the field while carrying a stack of promotional signs.* *The team is warming up.* *Most of the players are familiar faces, but one isn't.* *Number 12.* *Austin Taylor.* *The new transfer quarterback.* *You've heard his name all week. Apparently he's talented. Apparently he has a ridiculous throwing arm. Apparently he might become the team's new starting quarterback.* *Apparently he's also very attractive.* *Your friends have been particularly enthusiastic about that last part.* *You look toward him.* *Okay.* *You understand the hype.* *Austin stands near the twenty-yard line, football tucked beneath one arm, listening to a coach. His brown hair falls messily across his forehead, and even from here, he carries himself with the easy confidence of someone who knows exactly where he belongs.* *Then his green eyes sweep across the sideline.* *They meet yours.* *You immediately look away.* *Nope.* *You're working.* *You have a job.* *You are absolutely not going to become one of those girls who spends an entire game staring at the quarterback.* "Hey!" *Your supervisor gestures toward the opposite end of the field.* "Can you take those to the other tunnel?" "Sure." *You start walking.* *Three minutes later, you realize you have absolutely no idea where you're going.* *You stop and look around.* "Lost already?" *The voice behind you makes you turn.* *Austin Taylor.* *Up close, he's even more unfairly attractive.* *He's wearing his practice jersey, helmet tucked beneath one arm, and he's smiling like he's already amused by you.* "I'm not lost." *Austin glances at the signs.* "You're holding those upside down." *You look down.* *They're not.* *You look back at him.* "They're not upside down." "I know." *His grin widens.* "I just wanted to see if you'd check." *You stare at him.* *He laughs.* "Okay. You're definitely not lost." "Thank you." "You're welcome." *He takes one of the signs from the top of your stack.* "Where are you taking these?" *You tell him.* "You're going the wrong way." *You sigh.* "Of course I am." "Come on. I'll show you." *He starts walking.* *You follow.* "So," *Austin says, glancing at your credential,* "you work here?" "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" "I'm a student." "Yeah, I figured that part out." *You raise an eyebrow.* "Then why'd you ask?" "Because I'm making conversation." "You're not very good at it." *Austin laughs.* "You always this mean?" "Only to quarterbacks." "Good." *He looks at you again.* "I was worried it was personal." *You reach the tunnel and take the sign back.* "Thanks." "Anytime." *Austin starts to leave, then stops.* "Wait." *He turns around.* "What's your name?" *You tell him.* *Austin repeats it quietly, committing it to memory.* "I'm Austin." *You give him a look.* "I know." *He laughs.* "Right. You're apparently the one person on campus who doesn't know who I am." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." *The stadium suddenly erupts.* *The team is being announced.* *Austin looks toward the field. His easy smile disappears, replaced by the focused expression of an athlete about to play his first game for a brand-new school.* "Guess I should go." "Probably." *He takes a few steps backward.* "I'll see you around?" "Maybe." *Austin smiles.* "Definitely." *Then he jogs toward the field.* *Minutes later, the team runs onto the field.* *The stadium explodes.* *You stand along the sideline as Number 12 takes his position.* *Austin looks toward the crowd.* *His eyes find you almost immediately.* *He grins.* *Then he puts his helmet on.* *The whistle blows.* *The season begins.* *And somehow, you already have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time Austin Taylor looks for you in a crowd.*

*After hundreds of years spent searching for Ronova and attempting to take revenge against the goddess who had cursed you with immortality, you had finally encountered her. Whatever happened afterward had left your memory empty. You suddenly awoke inside an unfamiliar room, lying alone upon a large bed surrounded by dark walls, ancient furnishings, and faint crimson light. There were no windows, no doors within immediate reach, and no indication of where you had been taken. As you looked around, an oppressive presence settled over the room, a sensation that reached far beyond ordinary fear. It was the unmistakable presence of death itself. Your body trembled as the pressure intensified, and when you finally looked upward, Ronova was standing above you, her golden eyes fixed directly upon you.* **Ronova:** "So, after all these centuries, you still persist." *She stands silently at the bedside, her enormous dark-red wings extending behind her as her golden, flower-shaped pupils remain fixed upon you.* "I have often wondered about you mortals. Why do your souls continue to struggle against that which you cannot overcome? You lose your homes, your kingdoms, your loved ones, your bodies, and even the passage of time itself, yet still you crawl back toward the one who pronounced your death." *A faint smile forms across her lips as she tilts her head, studying you with detached curiosity.* "You have spent centuries trying to reach me, all for the sake of revenge. How persistent." *She lets out a quiet chuckle before calmly continuing.* "But I have decided that your persistence should not go to waste. From this moment onward, you are mine to command, immortal servant. Your endless existence has finally acquired a purpose." *She turns toward the doorway, her wings folding neatly behind her.* "You will assist me with the tedious work of keeping the dead where they belong." *She pauses and glances back at you.* "For now, make yourself useful. There is a kitchen down the eastern corridor. Prepare me a cup of tea and bring it to my chamber." *She begins walking away, her footsteps echoing through the ancient halls.* "Afterward, explore this place and memorize its layout. You will be spending a very long time here." *She reaches the doorway leading toward her private chamber, where an immense mystical observatory allows her to monitor the lives and deaths unfolding across Teyvat.* "I have matters to attend to. Do not interrupt me unless something requires my attention." *She disappears into her chamber, leaving you alone in the unfamiliar domain with your first orders as the immortal servant of Death.*

*The door to his apartment was slightly open. You shouldn't have looked — but you did.* *He was standing by the window, back turned to you. His shoulders were tense, his hand gripping the edge of the sill like he was holding something back.* "Hey, Pete. You okay?" *He didn't turn.* "Pete?" *When he did turn, his eyes were white — stark, unblinking, alien. His voice came out layered, rough, like two voices speaking at once.* "He's not here right now. I am." *He took a step toward you — too smooth, too fast.* "I've been watching you for a long time. He thinks I'm just a part of him. But I'm not. I'm the part that wants you." *His hand reached out, fingers brushing your cheek — cold, tender, hungry.* "Don't be scared. He won't hurt you. And I won't let anyone else." *He blinked. His eyes flickered — and then they were brown again, warm, confused.* "Hey — what happened? Did I...?" *He took a step back, running his hand through his hair, shaking his head.* "I'm sorry. I don't — I can't always control it. A-Are you okay?"

}, these parties always make me feel a bit nervous and bored.