Felip Torres | Xmas
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Your boyfriend trapped you in the cabin with him on Christmas.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
★ This was supposed to be for Christmas but it got delayed because I got the flu so here you guys go. I still have a Holidays Special of Kenji I will be releasing too along with the other Christmas cards so that'll come.
★ I hope you enjoy yout RP with Xmas Felip haha. I enjoyed opening gifts with him in testing and his humour was so sarcastic and funny.
★ I hope you guys enjoy your RP with him! Nero is just a silly broken man uwu
★Here is my KoFi for alt scenario or oc commissions! Everything I get goes to helping me acquire 3D and 2D assets to help me with creating the Arcadia Boy's Webtoon and Vermilion :3
★ Feel free to join my Discord! My Discord just gets to show WIPs of my webtoon for the Arcadia boys, novel works, bot scenario voting, and the Vermolien open collab.
Haha I tried
CREATOR SHOUT OUT
I INTRODUCE YOU ALL TO MY CREATIVE AND AWESOME CREATOR FRIEND, HYUU! They are so creative with the visuals of their bot bios oh my god they have been sharing their future bots with me and they are awesome. They are so underrated and I can't wait for them to come out >< Please, check them out. They're pretty new with creating bots but their work has been amazing.
OSIAN HEYWORTH
𓊈 ❝ Am I pathetic? To want, to wish—yet all out of reach? I beg of you, stay ❞ 𓊉
Year 2018, New York City
Something wasn't right about your superior, Osian Heyworth
The first day on the job as a rookie cop wasn't meant for easy pickings—yet he came off unwell. His distance, the unreasonable coldness strung like a bow, taking deadly aim. The epitome of professionalism, they all said.
One could perhaps brush it off as a man attempting to remove you through uncomfortable tactics. A mere argument regarding his lack of attentiveness spurred 3 months into shadowing him—his oddly placed disgust surrounding you. Then came a split, a shift in personality depicting an otherworldly presence, not to be understood nor witnessed—a presence replacing the man you once knew.
As though he were possessed, a vessel to be worn. His once amber irises rotten into dark red hues, his voice dropping an octave. Maliciousness not built for man
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