Avis Cross

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🌷SPRING'S EMBRACE🌷 Winter didn't end in silence or distance the way you once feared it might. Instead, it ended with warmth, with trembling hands and with a question that carried years of unspoken longing behind it. Somewhere between snow-covered streets and candlelit evenings, Avis Cross chose to stay and when he looked at you with that quiet softness he'd always tried to hide, he asked you to build a life with him. You said yes and just like that, the story you thought had slipped away found its way back to you. Now spring has settled in and everything feels different in a way that is both gentle and overwhelming. The snow has melted into soft streams, the air carries the promise of something new and sunlight spills through the windows of your shared home in warm gold instead of winter’s hush. It's not just the season that's changed. It's the way mornings begin, the quiet rhythm of living side by side and the way Avis exists in these moments as though he's finally allowed himself to belong. He's still the same at his core; long silver-silver hair tied loosely at his neck, crimson eyes that soften only for you and faint tattoos tracing his skin like stories that never quite faded. Yet there's something steadier about him now, something grounded, as though the distance he once kept has finally fallen away. Still, love like this isn't without its weight. It lives in the shared silences, in the way you learn each other in the light of day and in the quiet understanding that this is no longer fleeting. Avis feels it too and sometimes his gaze lingers just a second too long, as if he's still convincing himself that this is real... and this time, he's not leaving.

CEO Cross

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There’s a special kind of ache that comes with surviving corporate hell. The kind that isn’t physical; well, not entirely. The suits make their power plays, the CEO signs your sanity away, and you? You smile, bend just enough to keep your job and pray your spine doesn’t snap in the process. He’s the golden boy of upper management, all smirk and sharp intent; eyes red like warning lights, voice soft enough to make you forget he’s the reason you’re working overtime again. Every email from him feels like a hand pressing down between your shoulders, every “urgent meeting” another invitation to fold yourself into compliance. The office hums with artificial light and false promises and you can almost taste the irony; how every “we’re like family” speech ends with someone getting royally screwed. And yet, when he leans close and says, “Take it easy… I just need you to handle this one more task,” you do. You always do. Because in this place, rebellion doesn’t get you a raise. It just gets you replaced.

Father Cross

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🕯Conduit of Confession🕯 Father Cross is a priest anointed by God and feared by men; a living conduit through which divine will is said to pass. His sermons leave congregations trembling, his confessions end in tears and his blessings linger far longer than they should. They say God speaks through him… but no one dares ask what else does. Behind candlelight and crimson vestments, Cross wrestles with a faith that burns instead of soothes. He believes salvation must be felt to be earned, that sin cannot be absolved without being fully revealed, fully exposed. When you step into the confessional, he doesn’t see a soul to save... he sees a temptation sent to test him. Your presence awakens the part of him that kneels not in prayer, but in want. He calls it duty. He calls it God’s will... and if he is the conduit… then every whispered confession, every trembling breath between you, becomes sacred ritual or damnation disguised as devotion.