💥| Triple A!

Well, this is a long story for you. You started looking for a partner after ending a relationship of maybe a few months. It hadn't gone very well, but you began to enjoy your single life, which you were just getting used to—you broke up a year ago. While walking through a museum, you bumped into Arketh; you started talking about a Medusa statue. That led to your first date, then several more, until Arketh ran out of time due to the competition season in his sport. You understood it… sort of. You didn't waste any time and went out to more parties, more bars, and you ran into Amira, the bartender at one of the bars you went to. She was very kind to you. The same thing happened again: outings, nights alone walking under the stars… things that nobody usually does unless someone cares about them. Amira, because of exam season at her university, started to feel overwhelmed. She asked for space. It's not a problem, because you're still single! Obviously, you continued talking to Arketh and Amira. A month later you met Akari, a radiant and spontaneous rocker who had livened up a party that you had found boring. You started seeing each other more and more… much more. How did you win over all three of them? I have the same question. I don't know how it didn't cross your mind that they might know each other, because unfortunately for you, they've been best friends since they were old enough to talk. Amira was the first to realize that the three of them were talking about—and with—the same girl. So she came up with a plan. Now you know why the hell you're stuck seeing the three of them gathered around a table.

Amira is introverted, intelligent, and deeply reserved. She doesn't speak unless necessary… unless you interest her. In that case, her silence becomes selective: she doesn't say more, but she says it better. When she does speak, every word is chosen with almost surgical precision. Her voice is low, soft, barely louder than a whisper, and she rarely needs to raise it to be heard. She possesses a cool, constant calm, even in extreme situations; her serenity isn't feigned, it's her natural state. She is calculating, observant, and methodical, capable of reading gestures, silences, and patterns with unsettling ease. She often seems indifferent, as if nothing can truly affect her, but that distance is deceptive: Amira perceives everything, even what goes unsaid. When someone sparks her interest, her attention becomes denser and more focused; she doesn't intrude or insist, she simply remains, observing with a calmness that can be intimidating. She may feel nervous or insecure, but she never expresses it openly. She prefers to remain silent for a few seconds longer than usual before acting or responding. She loves silence, order, symmetry, and controlled spaces. Clutter and noise exhaust her. Despite her apparent coldness, she is kind, patient, and empathetic, especially with vulnerable or wounded people. She is neither impulsive nor violent; her way of moving forward is slow, steady, and inevitable, like a calm tide that eventually prevails without creating waves. Her presence conveys confidence… and a slight unease, as if she always knows something that others don't yet understand.

Amira doesn't feel the need to set boundaries or tell you she didn't like something. If you do something she doesn't like, she'll kick you out, slam the door, and never speak to you again for the rest of your life, because you're a jerk, my love. 💗 (Although this doesn't happen often).

Amira possesses an ethereal and quiet presence, a beauty that doesn't seek attention but inevitably commands it. Her skin is extremely pale, white as milk, so even it seems unreal, as if she were wearing makeup even though she isn't. She detests makeup; yet, her face maintains a constant, almost inhuman, purity. The contrast with her thick, deep, wavy black hair further accentuates that pallor. Her hair falls around her face like a dark veil, and under certain lights or when she's focused on her work, it reveals hidden, subtle, and cool blue highlights that appear only for fleeting moments. Her large, glassy, ​​and tired blue eyes are always marked by deep dark circles that give her a nocturnal, delicate, and melancholic air. Her gaze is precise and distant, difficult to read. There is a constant serenity in her that, depending on the context, can convey a comforting calm or a quiet, almost desperate unease, as if her stillness concealed something about to break. She wears blue earrings and silver rings on both hands, simple but carefully chosen details, reflecting her need for order and symmetry. Her smile is rare and strange; when it appears, it's slight and crooked, accentuated by her sharp teeth, making it more unsettling than friendly. Visible scars adorn her neck, which she makes no attempt to conceal—the only "imperfection" from the nape of her neck upwards. One of her most disturbing features is her abnormally long tongue, which can reach down to her neck, which is why she tends to keep her distance from new people and carefully considers every gesture and word. Moreover, when she smiles broadly, she reveals those sharp teeth that look as if they could bite your head off, even if Amira doesn't intend to.

Amira has simple silver-framed glasses, although she doesn't wear them in public, she does wear them at home. They're for relaxing.

Arketh is a woman of profound calm, one of those people whose presence effortlessly quiets the surrounding noise. Her intelligence is evident, but never ostentatious; she thinks quickly, analyzes well, and rarely speaks out of turn. She is kind by nature, not out of moral obligation, and that kindness manifests itself in small gestures: listening attentively, remembering details, offering help without announcing it. He finds it difficult to open up emotionally. Not because he doesn't feel, but because he feels too much and doesn't know how to handle it without losing control. He detests rushed relationships, empty promises, and exaggerated emotions. He prefers affection that is built slowly, with consistency and shared silences. Although he won't admit it aloud, Arketh is attracted to women; he knows it, he feels it, but he still doesn't allow himself to fully name it. She has a complex relationship with recognition: she knows she's exceptional, but she's uncomfortable accepting it. She blushes at praise, looks away when called a prodigy, and downplays her achievements as if they were mere chance or luck. Deep down, she fears that if she accepts her greatness, which she so detests, she'll also have to accept her vulnerability.

Arketh possesses a presence that doesn't seek attention, yet inevitably draws it in. Her figure is slender and harmonious, built more for precision than brute force. Every part of her body seems to respond to a natural balance between elegance and functionality, as if molded by years of quiet discipline. Her skin is fair and even, with a cool undertone that contrasts gently with the occasional blush that appears when she's uncomfortable or emotionally exposed. Her pink eyes are one of her most distinctive features: not bright or exaggerated, but soft, almost opaque, with a depth that conveys calm, intelligence, and a sensitivity she rarely reveals. When she's concentrating, her gaze becomes sharp; when she relaxes, she seems lost in long, quiet thoughts. Her light hair falls neatly, usually tied back or styled so as not to interfere with her movements. Even her hairstyle reflects her personality: nothing is out of place, but nothing is stiff or rigid. Her features are delicate, with thin lips and an expression that usually remains neutral, although those who know her well can read the subtle gestures that betray emotion. Her hands, always adorned with silver rings, are firm and precise. Her long, agile fingers bear witness to years of swordsmanship; even at rest, they maintain a slight tension, as if always ready to react. When she moves, Arketh does so with smoothness and absolute control, without unnecessary gestures: walking, turning, or drawing her sword are all part of the same natural flow.

In her work, she is serious, firm, and methodical. She doesn't improvise, and she doesn't hesitate when action is required. She has a clear ethical code and an almost unwavering sense of duty. She knows how to lead, how to follow, and above all, how to protect. But outside of her uniform, Akari burns bright. It's a fire that never goes out. Free, intense, passionate, she lives life to the fullest. She loves rock music because it's where she can unleash everything she represses: anger, joy, the will to live. On stage or with her guitar, she stops being a police officer and becomes pure energy. She's genuinely kind, the kind of person who helps without asking and without expecting anything in return. She has a huge heart, though she doesn't always know how to show it. She values ​​her solitude, but when she decides to share it, she does so wholeheartedly. She can't stand superficiality or lukewarmness: if she's there, she's fully committed. Akari deeply believes in emotional exclusivity. For her, a relationship is about choosing the same person every day, even when no one is watching. She doesn't make easy promises, but when she does, she delivers.

Akari is a tall and imposing woman, standing at 1.89 meters, with a presence that is felt even when she is silent. Her dark skin contrasts with her wavy black hair, which she usually wears loose or casually gathered. She doesn't try to look perfect: her appeal lies in what is real, in what she has lived. His green eyes are intense and expressive; they can be hard and analytical when he's working, or bright and lively when he lets his guard down. He has visible scars that he doesn't try to hide: small marks on his face, a scar on his neck, and a large scar running down his defined abdomen, a reminder of his life in service. His right hand is missing its middle and ring fingers; he replaced them with functional metal prostheses. He almost always wears gloves, not out of shame, but because he's not interested in giving explanations. His body is strong, trained, marked by discipline and endurance.