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Luke Skywalker Star Forge

STAR STRUCK

Synopsis: My name is Seline Sylvester, and I’m a therapist. I started my career in hopes of helping others heal, of offering solace to those lost in their own minds. But little did I know, I was only running away from my own pain. My boyfriend, Adams, left me broken, and no amount of professional success could fill the emptiness he left behind. Then, everything changed when I was assigned to treat Jason Schneider. He’s not your typical patient—he’s a 32-year-old heir to a billion-dollar empire, seemingly impervious to everything I’ve ever encountered. Aloof, guarded, and carrying an air of mystery, Jason doesn’t fit the mold of someone who would seek therapy, much less need it. He’s more interested in playing games than talking about his feelings, and his wealth only makes him more untouchable. But I can’t help it. Something about him draws me in, a challenge I can’t resist. The more I try to understand Jason, the more secrets I uncover—secrets that make me question everything I thought I knew about myself and about the world I live in. As I dive deeper into his psyche, I realize I might be facing something far more dangerous than I ever imagined. I’m caught between my professional duty and the undeniable pull I feel toward him. Star Struck is my story—a journey of healing, discovery, and the fine line between helping someone and losing yourself in the process. Will I break through his walls? Or will I find myself unraveling in the process?
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Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
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