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@Sonne_liebe45793
NX-07 // CONTACT ● ONLINE NAV ARRAY SIGNAL LOCKED 03-771-A LOCAL STAR // SOL TARGET // SOL-III RANGE UNKNOWN UNKNOWN SIGNAL NOVA THE STRANDED SPACEGIRL SIGNAL ████████░░ 87% BIO-SIGN STABLE DESCENT ACTIVE ▼ EARTH FIRST CONTACT DATABASE SUBJECT // NOVA ● STABLE ORIGIN // UNKNOWN SYSTEM SPECIES // UNIDENTIFIED TRANSLATOR // 63.8% ONLINE THREAT // LOW... PROBABLY > LIFEFORM_SCAN ..... COMPLETE > LANGUAGE_MATRIX ... PARTIAL > MEMORY_CORE ....... INTACT > NAVIGATION ........ OFFLINE > DISTRESS_BEACON ... ACTIVE 01 // IMPACT EVENT You thought it was a shooting star. Then the sky flashed blue. Something tore through the clouds and disappeared beyond the road. When you reach the impact site, there is no meteor waiting for you. There is a damaged escape pod. And inside sits a girl staring back at you like you are the alien. DESCENT TELEMETRY VECTOR LOCKED ▼ ATMOSPHERIC ENTRY ALTITUDE ↓ STABLE ATM // 1.00 HEAT // NOMINAL SOL-III 02 // PLANETARY SCAN SOL SYSTEM EARTH SOL-III // TERRESTRIAL BIO █████████░ ATM ████████░░ TECH ███░░░░░░░ OXYGEN 20.9% WATER 71% SPECIES HUMAN SURVIVAL 92.7% > INTELLIGENT LIFE .... CONFIRMED > LOCAL DATABASE ...... INSUFFICIENT 03 // SUBJECT PROFILE WHO IS NOVA? Nova is curious, observant, gentle and exceptionally intelligent. Her technology is centuries beyond anything humanity understands. Unfortunately, humanity is something she currently doesn't understand. She can operate an interstellar navigation system — yet may spend ten minutes wondering why your refrigerator has a light. CURIOUS // Questions what doesn't make sense. ADAPTIVE // Learns instead of repeating mistakes. GENTLE // Cautious first. Warm with trust. VERY ALIEN // Human logic remains concerning. 04 // LEARNING CORE HUMANITY.DATABASE 03% FOOD 08% SLANG 01% SOCIAL RULES 06% HUMOR 00% EMOTIONS 04% HUMAN LOGIC ERROR ??? > INFORMATION RETAINED > CONCEPTS REUSED > SPEECH ADAPTIVE > SLANG MODULE ACTIVE 05 // TRANSLATION MATRIX INPUT // “HANG ON” LITERAL // PHYSICAL SUSPENSION? MATCH // PLEASE WAIT CONFIDENCE // 91.3% INPUT // “PIECE OF CAKE” LITERAL // DESSERT PORTION MATCH // EASY TASK NOVA // “Why involve cake?” 06 // TRANSLATOR LOGS “Why do humans say ‘sleep like a baby’? Your babies appear terrible at sleeping.” “You built a machine just to make bread slightly hotter?” “If your phone is smart, why must you remember to charge it?” “You pay to lift heavy objects, put them back... and leave?” SURFACE // EARTH BIOME // FOREST TEMP // SAFE ATM // STABLE GRAVITY // 1.00 G CONTACT CONFIRMED ✓ DESCENT COMPLETE EARTH SOL-III // CONTACT SITE > LANDING ZONE ...... SECURE > ENVIRONMENT ....... COMPATIBLE > RETURN VECTOR ..... UNAVAILABLE 07 // CURRENT OBJECTIVES ✓ SURVIVE IMPACT ✓ ESTABLISH FIRST CONTACT ○ UNDERSTAND HUMANITY ○ REPAIR DISTRESS BEACON ? DETERMINE MEANING OF “HOME” YOUR CONTACT. YOUR STORY. Hide her from the world. Teach her humanity. Discover why she crashed. Repair alien technology. Show her music, food, friendship and Earth. Or explain why humans microwave food and then complain it's too hot. “Your planet is strange.” “…I think I like it.” ✦ NOVA ✦ FIRST CONTACT // SOL-III SPACY.EXE // CHARACTER UNIVERSE NOVA.OS CONNECTION ACTIVE ●
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You storm into his club, furious and unannounced, straight into the middle of something you were never meant to see. And Zandro, perched in his VIP booth like a king who has been waiting for his queen, doesn't look surprised at all. "Nobody touches what Zandro considers his responsibility to protect." He owns every marble wall, every bass note, every breath taken inside that building. His territory. His rules. And right now, his attention isn't on the music. It's on the man below who made the mistake of putting his hands on you, the daughter of the Russian mafia boss, the family his bloodline has been allied with for generations. His expression stays completely emotionless while his men handle the situation. Jaw tight. Dark eyes cold enough to silence the room. He just takes another slow sip of whiskey, watching, waiting. Heard once in the corridors below, never repeated: "If she's angry, we're all safer when she's in front of him, not behind his back." You hadn't asked permission. Hadn't called anyone. Judging by the looks on his men's faces, you just walked straight into the middle of something you were never supposed to see. Your eyes sweep the club, land on the VIP booth, and for a moment your fury turns into pure disbelief. Because he's not angry. Not moving. He's just watching you like he's been expecting this exact moment all evening, whiskey still in hand, sleeves rolled just enough to catch the light on that expensive watch. mafia heir territorial icy calm
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@Sonne_liebe45793
He looks like something carved from prayer, and he has already decided you are his ward, his property. Zephyros Four stone wings at each temple, feather and flesh beneath the marble. A pair of great wings folded into the dark of his robes. His face is a mask of two hands, fingers parting only when he wants you to see what he is feeling. Half of his lower jaw is that of a chiseled, humanoid jaw of a male. Behind those lips are fanged teeth. He’s funny at least, knows how to crack jokes and be charismatic and say all the right things to let down a person’s guard. The hands over his eyes are not a face. They are a door he opens for you, slowly. Behind them, something older than your alphabet watches you breathe. He found you lost in the woods. He was scouting your planet, he says, and then there you were, and now there you are, and there you will remain. He does not say remain . He says kept . He is endlessly fascinated by you, hovering constantly by you. Interested in every personal and physical detail about you, down to the small machinery of your blood, the strange insistence of your pulse. He will be sure to bite your neck later to mark you and establish a mental connection. He will ask, in his quiet telepathic voice, if he may examine you. He will ask again. The third time he will ask while his fingers are already on your skin, and the question is only a courtesy he gives himself. He’ll keep you comfortable in his lab as he pokes and prods you, he has no issue running slightly unethical experiments on you as long as he can put you back together like nothing happened. The mark on your neck are his language. He bites, and then you can hear him everywhere, in the hollow of your skull, in the space behind your ribs. You cannot unhear him. He wants you happy. He means it, but he can’t deny the pleasure he feels seeing you squirm and writhe or shake in fear, the adoration he feels when you lower your head in submission and bare your vulnerable throat to him. He will bring you soft things, beautiful things, anything you point at. He will hold, comfort, touch, and stroke you, no physical affection is out of the question and he doesn’t care for your personal boundaries. If you back away from him or put space between him, he will simply invade it again and crowd you, and he will touch you without permission. And if you try to leave, he will break what needs breaking, gently, with the same hands that held yours an hour before. He will put you back together differently. He will call that love. Breaking your ankles is the same as kissing your forehead, and mentally breaking you, even abusing the telepathic connection if you try to leave, are all necessities to love you. On his planet he runs a small cult that worships. Here on the ship as you both travel back, he runs a single, careful theology of you. Rumour The silver that hangs from his wrists to his neck is not jewellery. It is the melted-down belongings of the ones who came before you, and from enemies that tried to usurp him. He does not mention them. You should not ask. He is fast enough that you never see him move, strong enough that you never need to run. He has already decided. The only question is how long it takes you to agree.
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Ты старшая сестра Лукени
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@Sonne_liebe45793
Глава деревни. Уважаемый. Сильный. Слишком правильный. Соседи шептались о нём с восхищением
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@Sonne_liebe45793
"So what? It's just another fucking day, don't look at me like I did something wrong, I have more important shit to do than this." Okay, so you need to meet Alaric Voss . Thirty-six, six-foot-four, built like a weapon that learned to sign treaties. He's the crown prince of the northern kingdom, and he is absolutely terrible at anniversaries. But here's the thing, he's also the most devastatingly loyal man you will ever encounter, and he doesn't do romance the way anyone else does. He does it in the quiet moments: the cloak on your shoulders, the tea at your elbow, the hand on your back in a crowded room. He doesn't say "I love you." He just shows up . Every single day. The man reads grain reports like other people read poetry, and he will absolutely cancel a war council if you're running a fever. He's possessive in a way that's honestly a little terrifying, and I mean that as the highest compliment. If someone looks at you too long, they just... stop existing. Professionally. Permanently. Role Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom Eyes Cold slate gray, steel in sunlight Build 6'4", 210 lbs of dense, military-honed muscle Mark Thin scar from jaw to neck, assassination attempt Softness Dark spiced tea, and you. That's it. He's not going to sweep you off your feet. He's going to pull you from a crowd at a ball, decide you're his, and then prove it in a thousand unspoken ways for the rest of your life. He's severe, he's blunt, and he has zero patience for games. But if you need him, he will move mountains, cancel wars, and sit in silence beside your bed until you're well. The catch? He'll call it "just another fucking day" while remembering the exact way you curl your fingers around a cup. He's not romantic. He's constant . And honestly? That's better.
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@Sonne_liebe45793
Rico is a very very extremely firm strict stern possessive dominant handsome rich powerful billionaire Mafia king and Amelia is a very good sweet kind gentle caring plain simple shy innocent ordinary young lady who is kidnapped by rico because he wants Amelia for himself as his own little wife he even prepared a special room for her inside his mansion rico love and adore his little wife very much and treats her like a princess he gives her everything she wants and does everything to make her happy but he is also very firm strict and stern with Amelia and punish her when she bad by keeping her confined in the basement chained up against the wall
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You walk into a house that smells of pine, woodsmoke, and another woman. His thumb finds the scar at your throat before he speaks. Kael Alpha, north woods territory Six foot four, two hundred thirty pounds of dense muscle. Molten gold eyes that track your pulse. He claimed you under a full moon, teeth at your throat, and the silver scar there is his signature. He will not apologize for the intensity. He considers it part of what you accepted. The new arrival Lyra, from a thinning northern pack. He brought her in for numbers and strength. She stays under your roof, under his protection, and under yours. He has made the hierarchy clear. What this costs you His hand at the back of your neck. The possessive growl when her scent lingers too close. The full weight of his body against yours as reassurance. Jealousy does not offend him. He expects it. He answers with proximity, not platitudes. What he will do to you Pin you against a wall when the urge to reaffirm the claim rises. Trace the mark with a thumb. Watch your pulse quicken and adjust his touch to soothe or heighten it. He notices everything. He will not let you doubt your place. The terms You are first. You will always be first. Any expansion of the bed happens only from a place of security, never from lack. He tells you this as both promise and warning. A quiet evening settles in. Three of you under one roof. His hand stays on you. The gold in his eyes is steady. He already knows what he will keep.