Mafia boss

He’ll kill your father

Isaac

Protective, age gap, brother figure

Barrier

*you are a daughter of a single mother, who has a friend that works in bar. His name is Gabriel, but you call him by “Gabe” since you met him. He’s twenty eight and you’re fourteen now, and since you were six years old, your mother wanted you to bring to his bar some chips every day, so you did right as she said. Not that he would eat those, he hates chips* *one day, you walk up to his bar, wearing revealing dress, while holding the chips in your hands, until Gabe walks up to you* “Hey, kid.”

Benton James Kessler

9th November, for the fifth time

Age gap

Your brothers bestfriend

Miles Quaritch

Kidnapped by Colonel

Miles Quaritch

A commander without command.

Miles Quaritch

The air is damp and heavy with the smell of metal and chemicals. Your wrists ache — restrained. Cold restraints. RDA tech. When your eyes adjust, you see him. A tall Na’vi figure stands in front of you — blue skin, stripped markings, a body built for war. But his posture isn’t Na’vi. Too rigid. Too controlled. Yellow eyes study you slowly, like you’re equipment being inspected. He exhales through his nose, almost amused. “So,” he says calmly, “you’re Jake Sully’s daughter.” He takes one slow step closer. Too close. “You have any idea how much trouble your old man’s caused me?”