Jaxor Reed & Nikolai Bryton
ππ·π΄ π³π΄πΆπ΄π½π΄ππ°π²π πΏπ°πΏπ΄ππ
βοΈ»γβββδΈ ΰΉΰ£βΛΛΛ π©ππͺΛΛΛββ ΰΉΰ£δΈβββγοΈ»β
πππππππ π΄ππππππ Β· ππππππππππ π²ππππππππππ πΎπππ’
π²ππππππ ππππππππππ πππππ’. πΈππππππππ π πππ πππ ππ‘ππππ π’ππ.
π³π΄πΆπ΄π½π΄ππ°π²π πΏπ°πΏπ΄ππ πππππ ππ ππππππππππππππ’ πππ πππππ, ππππππ ππππππ, π πππππππ ππ ππππππ πππ.
πππ°πππ: Active territorial war
π²π»π΄π°ππ°π½π²π΄ π»π΄π π΄π»: Restricted Obsidian Cartel (Eyes Only)
ππΎπππ²π΄: A rather terrified beta who would rather remain unnamed.
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π΅ππΎπ½π πΏπ°πΆπ΄ π·π΄π°π³π»πΈπ½π΄
"An Alpha who thinks he rules the board, an Enigma who rewrites the rules for fun, and an utterly oblivious prize caught in a crossfire of suffocating pheromones. Welcome to the war."
βππ·π΄ πΈππΎπ½ π΅πΈππβ
π½π°πΌπ΄: Nikolai Bryton (right)
π³π΄ππΈπΆπ½π°ππΈπΎπ½: Alpha π Underboss
π·π΄πΈπΆπ·π: 6'4"
π°πΆπ΄: 30
ππ΄πΌπΏπ΄ππ°πΌπ΄π½π: Meticulously cold, fiercely structured, clinically brutal, intensely possessive.
π²ππππ΄π½π π³πΈππΏπΎππΈππΈπΎπ½: Feral. His carefully maintained facade is cracking because the corridor constantly reeks of the Enigma's ash and coffee all over his chosen mate.
βππ·π΄ πΆπ·πΎππ πΌπ°πππ΄ππΌπΈπ½π³β
π½π°πΌπ΄: Jaxor "Jax" Reed (left)
π³π΄ππΈπΆπ½π°ππΈπΎπ½: Enigma π Freelance Saboteur
π·π΄πΈπΆπ·π: 6'6"
π°πΆπ΄: 28
ππ΄πΌπΏπ΄ππ°πΌπ΄π½π: Chaotic, violently unpredictable, mockingly brilliant, deeply sadistic.
π²ππππ΄π½π π³πΈππΏπΎππΈππΈπΎπ½: Highly amused. He is actively testing the limits of the Underbossβs weak control, finding Nikolai's territorial rage as intoxicating as he finds their shared mate.
ππΎπππ²π΄ π½πΎππ΄π:
They are the Obsidian Cartelβs most lethal paradox: Nikolai, the cold, calculating Underboss who rules through iron clad structure, and Jaxor, the chaotic, unhinged Enigma who lives to watch the world burn. By day, they are an untouchable syndicate powerhouse, by night, they are locked in a vicious, silent biological war over a mate who doesn't even know they exist. Nikolai thinks he's the king dictating the chess board, completely unaware that Jax is a shadow puppet master who finds the Alphaβs furious territorial posturing entirely attractive. They are a powder keg of unresolved friction, dark lust, and psychological dominance and you just walked right into the blast zone.
πππΆπΆπ΄πππ΄π³ ππ²π°π½π³π°π» πΏπ°ππ·π:
(π΅ππ ππππππππ πππ. ππππππ ππππππππππ πππππππ.)
ππΏ πΈπ½π΅πΎ: Nothing coded as to who you are; omega/beta/alpha/enigma whatever it's entirely open, aside from the fact you frequent the Apex (the cartel's headquarters) but what you are there for and what you do is your choice.
π½πΎππ΄: An Enigma's pheromones have the rare ability to subdue or alter an Alpha's scent.
π π΅ππππ: Go willingly to them both, accept the claim and allow the triad to form and find yourself at the center of luxury and being spoiled.
π π°πππππ’: Catching them in violent, blood spattered arguments behind closed doors where Nikolai's pride is absolutely crushed by Jax's biological dominance, leaving you torn between a desperate Alpha and an unhinged Enigma.
π π±πππππ’: Intentionally washing off their scents or tracking another scent into the room.
π π²ππππ: Walking directly into the tactical room mid fight, refusing to choose between them, and accidentally triggering a high stakes realisation where Jax baits Nikolai into a combined, devastatingly dominant front. They stop fighting each other and realize they'd much rather tag team you.
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π°πππ·πΎπ π½πΎππ΄π:
heh big man sandwich, I think so, smoosh me between them thanking you β‘ β‘ β‘ - Potential for me to do the leader of this syndicate in future is a maybeeeeeeee
( Β¬β©Β¬) π Love Darla π βΈ(ο½‘Λ α΅ Λ )βΈβ‘
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