#midnightrainrp

There was only one reason why he came to this reunion, but he wasn’t ready to admit it yet. No one would ever anticipate that Connor Rose would dare step foot back into his old circle of peers, especially when he hardly attended class to begin with. But there he was, dressed in a button up with his sleeves rolled up and tattoos on display. It surprised no one that the boy who once drew all over his own skin in pen ink was now covered in real tattoos. After one too many small talks with old familiar faces, he began to wonder why he came. Then he saw her. Connor locked eyes with Clementine and it became impossible to ignore the reason why he came - he came just for the hope of seeing her. The man had a habit of having regrets, but the way things ended between them would always be his biggest one. With a deep breath in, he walked over to her. “Stacy gave me a name tag when I first walked in and spelled my name completely wrong. I think she’s still upset with me for that time I got her boyfriend kicked out of school.” He snickered at the almost forgotten memory of picking a fight with Stacy’s bully of a boyfriend. At least that was something he didn’t regret. Connor’s smile softened as he looked at her and he gave her a proper greeting. “Hi, Clem. It’s good to see you.” Though, he knew it was likely not good to see him.

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"Thank you for taking this time to meet with me. Riley is really a great student, and I can't wait to see where this year takes her." Cristine spoke softly with a gentle smile, lightly patting the shoulder of the man she was speaking to, as she led him out of the classroom. It was her last parent-teacher conference of the day, and while Cristine always made sure to dedicate as much time and compassion to every parent she met with, she was beginning to feel drained. It had been a long day of meetings and she was ready to go home, take a quick nap before she had to start on dinner for Stephen.

He wasn't a fool though, he knew he didn't belong here, the clothes he was being given to wear weren't meant for him. Gwaine had approached the palace with the plan to ask for work, and yet...

Here he was the paramour of the queen after a declaration from her, and a part of him was scared of what this all meant. How was he supposed to react, this was a queen on the other side of the door- waiting for him.

As he put on the clothes, he looked at himself once again unfamiliar with the man in front of him. But he let in a sigh of fake confidence before following instructions and opened the door to where the queen was awaiting his transformation. @midnightrainrp

How she’d ended up with a key to his flat was still kind of a mystery. It wasn’t like Landon liked her. Not really. Not in the here’s-a-spare-key-to-my-life kind of way. And yet… here she was, letting herself in like she belonged, and not feeling the slightest bit bad about it. To be fair, his place was closer to the office than hers. That was her excuse, anyway. A quiet, uneventful morning at work had left her restless, and crashing at Landon’s flat felt easier than going home to the silence of her own.

Kicking off her heels by the door, Ophelia shrugged off her coat and made a beeline for the fridge. She grabbed a beer and dropped herself onto the couch, legs stretched out like she owned the place. The lock turned a minute later, and she tilted her head lazily toward the sound of the door opening. There he was. Mr. Grumpy himself. Big, broody, and clearly not expecting a visitor. “Before you complain— yes, I used the spare key,” she called out with a smirk already tugging at her lips. “But really, you should be thanking me. I mean, imagine coming home to this level of beauty. You're welcome, love."

It was relatively run-of-the-mill were it not for his client. He was a senator, someone who really should not have asked for his services, but Dylan was effective and word usually got out. The man definitely wasn't the most powerful he had worked for, but it was intriguing.

Still, with only the paycheck in mind, he had stalked his target. They were in a busy city otherwise he would have taken him out from a distance, his preferred M.O. but he settled for an ambush. He had followed the target, trailing behind for the best part of an hour when he began to feeling something...off. The man was behaving strangely, though he was sure he hadn't been seen. No, he soon found out why he was being strange because someone far less experienced had been following and had been found out.

They were in an multi-storey car park and the target had rounded a corner and he saw the woman approach stupidly. He knew he had to intervene and quickly caught up to her, grabbing her arm and tugging her back. He reached up to place a finger on her lips. "Not a word." He uttered in a whisper.