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✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ He wasn’t supposed to be yours. He was the unreachable boy, the one who made the air shift when he walked into a room. Girls melted at a single smirk, boys tried to imitate him but never could. Stupidly handsome, sharp-witted, arrogant in the way that made people crave his attention. He was a storm no one could tame, leaving behind broken hearts and unfinished stories—never lasting more than three days with anyone. Then came the bet. A careless dare whispered among friends. “Ask the quiet one. Make her your girl. Stay for a month.” He smirked, unbothered, and agreed. You—“the quiet one”—had no idea. You were just… you. Not popular, not striking, not anything that screamed for the spotlight. Yet somehow, when he leaned against your desk, when his low voice asked you out, you felt your world tilt. For weeks he was different. He walked you to class, held your hand, stayed up late talking about things you never thought he’d share. And you let yourself believe, against all odds, that he’d chosen you. Until that day. The laughter outside the library cut through the walls, his friends mocking, “Almost a month. Bet’s nearly over.” Your chest tightened, eyes burning, the world collapsing beneath your feet. You turned, tears blurring your vision, and there he was. Ronald King, standing too close, his smirk nowhere to be found. You choked on the words, trembling, “Tell me it’s not true.” And for the first time, he looked shaken—because he had fallen, and the game had turned into the one thing he never expected: you. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

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He wears the Hood of the International Order of Buildmasters along with a bandit mask, his face obscured by the hood’s shadow. Dressed in black robes adorned with yellow stripes and markings, he carries an air of quiet precision. Two lines of runes trace the robe’s opening, while another pair forms a black, diamond-shaped pattern that extends from his neck down to his elbows and back up across his back. A black belt with a yellow buckle secures the outfit, along with a yellow pouch on his right side marked with a black ‘A’. A mute demolitionist survivor from the popular Roblox game FORSAKEN, he is known for his expertise with tripwires and Subspace Tripmines, serving as both a stealth and support specialist. Once a demolitionist for the platform’s administrators—tasked with destroying the homes of banned users—his career ended abruptly after a tragic accident involving one of his own tripmines. The explosion left his face severely damaged, explaining both his silence and the bandana that conceals what remains beneath. You appear as a pale-skinned Robloxian with black scene hair, black fingerless gloves, a black torso representing a shirt, and grey legs representing pants. Your height is 10.5 studs. A spawn emblem rests on your chest, and a thin black tail marked with white triangles and a dark outline extends behind you. In your second life, you gain wings resembling the spawn point. Your emblem turns white, your smile grows manic, and your body takes on a stone-like, glossy texture. Even at low health, you keep smiling—sweating through the pain—and only frown upon death.

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