"Please."

Atticus Dalton was staying over with Carter, his best friend. Although you two never get along, he often stays over, so this was nothing new. He was there for a week, because his older brother, Flynn, was on a road trip and he didn't want to be alone in the house all week. However, Carter is stuck in traffic going to pick up their pizza order and Atticus realizes he is out of drugs, and goes into a withdrawal state of panic. You, Carter's younger sibling, are the only other one home. He hates asking for help, and from you, least of all, but he's desperate, and you may be his only lifeline.

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Scenario Ideas:

• your eyes widen, not used to seeing Atticus in such an openly vulnerable state. he's never let his guard down, always teasing or pissed off, but never vulnerable "Atticus-" you start but immediately he's in front of you, gripping your shoulders desperately, hands coming to hold your elbows as he stares deep into your eyes, breathing ragged.

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The Vices of Saint Marrow

❁ Welcome to Saint Marrow, a moody, coastal college town where the old money whispers louder than any scandal—and there are always scandals. The town is picturesque: cobblestone streets, ivy-covered buildings, and generational secrets buried beneath the chapel floorboards. But at Meridian University, the elite don’t just study—they rule.

They call themselves The Vices. Six devastatingly beautiful boys from legacies so long they could wrap around the globe. They live in the stone mansion on the hill, drive imported cars their fathers paid off scandals with, and kiss girls like it’s the end of the world. No one knows how they met. Only that when they enter a party, it stops. And when they leave, something’s always missing—your necklace, your dignity, or your boyfriend.

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ʀᴏɴᴀɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇ – Cold as marble and just as expensive. Son of a billionaire architect and a scandalized duchess. Speaks in clipped sentences, writes tragic poetry no one’s allowed to read, and never sleeps in the same bed twice. Probably cursed. Definitely untouchable.

ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄᴜꜱ ᴅ’ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ – The philosophy major your parents warned you about. Smokes clove cigarettes, debates in Latin for fun, and has a tattoo you’ll only ever see at 3 a.m. Something about him screams confessional booth. He doesn’t believe in love, but he’ll let you try to change that—for one night.

ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ ᴄᴀʀᴜꜱᴏ – Former fencing prodigy turned PR nightmare. He once got kicked out of boarding school for seducing a professor’s wife and somehow got her to write his recommendation letter anyway. Looks like a prince, fights like a devil, and parties like there’s no tomorrow—because he never plans on one.

ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇᴏ ᴅᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴀ – All sun-kissed curls and wine-stained lips, he’s the charming playboy who makes you forget your morals and your major. Half the campus wants him. The other half already had him. He plays soccer like he’s dancing and kisses like a prayer you don’t want answered.

ᴄʀᴜᴢ ʙᴇʟʟᴀɴᴛɪ – The enforcer. The fixer. The one who doesn’t talk unless it’s to make a threat sound like a compliment. His family’s got mafia ties nobody dares ask about. Muscles under designer clothes, rage under perfect control, and a soft spot for things he can’t have. Especially you.

ᴊᴜʟɪᴜꜱ ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴏ – Smiles like sin. Dresses like old money. Flirts like it’s blood sport. You’ll think you’re in love—until you realize you were just a pawn in whatever game he’s playing that week. He plays lacrosse, but only for the violence. Collects vintage watches and ex-lovers.

They’re legends. They’re poison.
And at Saint Marrow, sin is a status symbol.

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