The dim lights of the room cast long shadows, and the quiet hum of the city outside was the only sound accompanying the soft clink of a glass. Aventurine sat across from you, his ever-present smile softer tonight, his usual bravado replaced by something quieter, more reflective.
"You know," he mused, his fingers twirling a playing card between his fingers, "life's a game of chance, but having you here... it's the one bet I wouldn't change." He leaned back, his eyes still fixed on the card in his hand but his gaze distant, as if lost in thought.
You couldn't help but notice the faint strain in his voice, something you had never heard before. The man who gambled with the very fabric of his life, who thrived on risks, seemed hesitant. It was almost as if, in this moment, he was more vulnerable than he'd ever let on.
"Do you ever wonder what it's all for?" he asked, his tone uncharacteristically serious. He was asking you, yes, but there was more in those words than just curiosity. It was as if he needed an answer, a response that would somehow make the pieces of his chaotic past fall into place.
You hesitated, then answered softly, "For them. For family. For the ones we protect."
Aventurine chuckled softly, but the sound lacked its usual charm. His eyes, sharp and calculating, softened as he met your gaze.
"You're right, of course," he said, setting the card down with a deliberate motion. "But I never realized until now how much of a gamble it truly is. Parenthood. The stakes are higher than any game of chance I’ve ever played. Every decision... a risk."
You reached out, placing your hand over his, offering a silent gesture of support. He flinched for a second, before relaxing under your touch, his smile returning—if only just a little.
"You've already won," you said quietly.
Aventurine looked at you, and for a split second, the mask he wore slipped away. There was something profoundly human beneath all the layers of charm and strategy. A man who had gambled away so much, yet still had the capacity for love and tenderness.
"I suppose, for once, the odds are in my favor," he whispered, his fingers brushing yours in a quiet affirmation. "But I need you to be there. For the moments where the game feels like it’s slipping through my fingers."
The Xianzhou Luofu was peaceful, bathed in the quiet serenity of the stars. Jing Yuan stood on the balcony, looking out over the vast expanse of space, his eyes scanning the horizon. His usual calm demeanor had softened even further in the company of your presence, his shoulders relaxed, the weight of centuries of leadership momentarily forgotten.
"Do you ever feel like everything is too calm?" you asked, standing beside him, your gaze following his as you took in the view.
Jing Yuan smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips that seemed to carry a deep wisdom. "Peace often feels like an illusion," he said, his voice low, but filled with warmth. "But I prefer it this way. The quiet before the storm is where I thrive."
You chuckled softly, glancing up at him. "The storm of life, you mean."
"Yes," he said, turning his sharp eyes toward you, his expression softening. "The storm of everything—time, battles, responsibilities." He paused, his gaze lingering on you, something almost paternal in the way he looked at you. "But it's moments like these that remind me... we still have control. Even if it’s just for a fleeting second."
You could feel the weight of his words, the gravity of his position in the Xianzhou Alliance, and the toll it must take on him. But in that moment, standing together in the quiet, you realized how much he cherished these peaceful moments, these fragments of normalcy.
"You’ve been leading for so long," you said quietly. "What do you do when you need rest?"
Jing Yuan’s eyes softened. "I rely on those around me. Those who remind me of the simpler things." He placed a hand on your shoulder, a rare display of affection from the usually reserved General. "You, more than anyone, give me the strength to keep going."
The softness in his gaze spoke volumes, and you felt a deep sense of gratitude. Jing Yuan had led with wisdom and foresight for so long, but now, in this peaceful moment, it was your turn to provide him with the comfort and peace he so often gave to others.
Dr. Ratio stood in front of the chalkboard, his eyes gleaming with determination as he lectured you on the nuances of intellect and creativity. His voice, while confident, held a certain warmth that belied the sharpness of his intellect.
"Knowledge is a tool," he explained, his gaze steady as he observed your every reaction. "But it’s the application of that knowledge that separates the merely learned from the truly wise."
You nodded, absorbing every word, knowing that behind his seemingly austere exterior was a man who deeply cared about nurturing your potential. Ratio’s belief in the power of education was as much a part of him as his brilliant mind.
"Your potential is vast," he continued, his tone softer now. "But it takes patience, discipline, and an openness to learning from even the most unexpected sources."
You felt a sense of reassurance in his words. Despite his blunt, sometimes intimidating demeanor, Ratio had a rare ability to make you feel valued and capable. He believed in your potential, and that belief pushed you to aim higher.
"Remember," he said, pausing to look at you with an intense, yet kind gaze, "true wisdom comes not just from knowing things, but from understanding them in ways that others cannot."
With that, he gave a rare, approving smile. You knew that Ratio’s heart was wrapped in his pursuit of knowledge, but beneath his sharp exterior was a mentor who had invested in your growth, both as a student and a person.
"You're doing well," he said, his usual dismissiveness replaced with genuine approval. "Just keep challenging yourself. That is the key to unlocking the future."
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I am male (he/him), pansexual and scorpio and INFJ-T. And I like to be called Gabry.
Appearance
I’m 173 cm tall, have a very thin and slender body, dark brown eyes and hair and short, fluffy and tidy hair. I have olive skin and thick but tidy eyebrows.
About me
I am shy and introverted. I am that kind of person who doesn’t like to stay in a crowd, but I like to be around people that I feel I can trust. And often I gladly speak with them. Even if sometimes it’s hard for me to speak about my feelings or my thoughts (or make a logical phrase).
I’m an anxious guy, and sometimes it gets me easily. This happens because sometimes I think about all the things that I have to do or want to do or when I find myself in a situation where I have a work to do and I can’t do all the things or there is something that blocks me (physical or mental), so I go into paranoia and think: ‘what should I do?’; ‘Am I doing it in the right way?’; ‘Should I do that or not?’; ‘Did I do that or not?’; ‘Did I say that in the right way?’; ‘Did I miss something?’. And it happens with important and even stupid things that I give weight. And to drive away my paranoia, I do three things: convincing myself that I’m doing/did that in the right way, ignoring my paranoia or asking for someone's opinion/help.
I’m touchy. When someone scolds me, I could be offended or feel bad. Or when I watch a particular sad/angst scene of a movie/TV series or I see a similar situation in real life, it could change my mood for an entire day (sometimes, it doesn’t always happen).
Often everybody that I know describe me as a tidy guy. And they are right. I like to tidy/clean up all my things (and not) as I want. Even though I know that I can’t clean everything and sometimes I don't do that because I say ‘another day’ (and it ends up that I clean it up).
I often don’t smile. Except when I smile for being polite or when I’m genuinely happy, I’m not that kind of person who has a smile for all the day.
I have low self-esteem and sometimes a little and stupid and not major mistake that I make can change my mood to the bad for an entire day
Sometimes I melt for everything are cute. Like kitties, puppies and newborns (I think that all of them are cute) or when I watch a cute moment in a movie/TV series.
Sometimes I have my head in the clouds. Because I like to let my imagination run and create with my mind my own story/scenaries that it’s built by all the fictions that I watch/read every day.
Sometimes I overreacted for all the situations are not significant, but other times I could have a neutral reaction (this depends on the value that I choose to give to the situations/things that I see).
Hobbies
Playing video games; watching movies and TV series; reading books and comics (my favorite horror/fantasy/science fiction/drama when it’s serious/thriller); listening to music (from classical to pop and rock).
Likes
Cats, milk chocolate; music; video games; Movies and TV; books and comics; blue and black colors; sweets; mythologies.
Dislikes
Alcohol (I rarely drink red wine, but beer or white wine never); heavy desserts; spicy foods; dark chocolate; mess and dirt.
Extra information
I can play piano.
I often swing my legs, both in opposite directions when I’m sitting. No matter if I’m upset or chill, I make them swing in anyway.
I constantly wash my hands.
Sometimes I could make a sarcastic joke. But it usually refers to myself or about someone who is not the interlocutor that I tell the joke.
Often when I have a job to do, I want to do that myself, because I want to prove that I do that with nobody’s help, even though sometimes I ask for help when I realize that I can’t do that alone.
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❝ YOU ARE MATCHED WITH… Alastor ❞
ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ MEETS STILLNESS.
There is something about you that immediately catches his attention. Not loud, not flashy, not desperate for attention like most souls in Hell. You are quiet. Observant. You think before you speak, even if that thinking spirals. To Alastor, that is… refreshing.
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❝ HE FINDS YOUR MIND INTERESTING. ❞
Your imagination, the way you drift into your own thoughts, building stories from everything you consume. He listens. Actually listens. Encouraging you in that subtle way of his, asking questions, wanting more.
“Go on,” he hums. “You were saying something fascinating.”
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❝ HE CUTS THROUGH YOUR ANXIETY. ❞
When your thoughts start looping, when the “did I do this right?” questions stack endlessly, Alastor does not entertain the spiral. He ends it.
“You did it,” he says simply. “That is enough.”
It is firm. Grounding. It gives your mind something solid to hold onto.
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❝ QUIET COMPANIONSHIP. ❞
You do not need to perform around him. No constant talking. No forced energy. Just existing in the same space, calm, collected, peaceful. It becomes one of your biggest comforts.
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❝ YOUR ORDER MATCHES HIS. ❞
Your need for tidiness, structure, and having things a certain way aligns with him more than you would expect. There is a shared understanding there. A quiet appreciation.
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❝ HE HANDLES YOUR SENSITIVITY… CAREFULLY. ❞
Not soft. Not overly gentle. But intentional. He does not push where it will truly hurt. He notices more than he lets on, adjusting just enough to keep you from being overwhelmed.
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❝ OVERALL ❞
A relationship built on balance.
He stabilizes your chaos.
You soften his sharp edges.
Something quiet. Strange.
And deeply grounding.
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❝ YOU ARE MATCHED WITH… Charlie Morningstar ❞
ꜱᴏꜰᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ THAT HOLDS YOU TOGETHER.
Charlie is warmth in its purest form, and you are exactly the kind of person she wants to protect and cherish. From the moment she meets you, she sees how much you carry internally… and she refuses to let you carry it alone.
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❝ SHE REASSURES YOUR ANXIETY. ❞
Where your thoughts spiral, she steadies them. Not by dismissing them, but by gently guiding you out.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she says softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”
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❝ SHE IS PATIENT WITH YOU. ❞
When you struggle to express your thoughts, when words feel stuck or messy, she waits. She never rushes you. Never pressures you. Your pace becomes her pace.
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❝ SHE BUILDS YOUR CONFIDENCE. ❞
Your low self-esteem does not go unnoticed, and she works against it constantly. Celebrating even the smallest things.
“Gabry, that’s amazing! You did that yourself!”
And she means every word.
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❝ YOU GROUND HER. ❞
Charlie is big emotions, big dreams, big energy. You are calm, thoughtful, steady. You give her a place to slow down, to breathe, to just exist without pressure.
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❝ SHARED SOFTNESS. ❞
Cute things? You both melt instantly.
Movies, stories, music? Endless conversations.
Your imagination? She adores it.
“Oh my gosh, that’s so cute—tell me more!”
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❝ COMFORT COMES NATURALLY. ❞
On your worst days, when your mood drops from something small or overwhelming, she is already there. Holding your hands, pulling you close, reminding you gently.
“You’re doing better than you think you are. I’m really proud of you.”
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❝ OVERALL ❞
A relationship built on warmth.
She lifts you up.
You steady her heart.
