rivals-to-lovers · sarcastic · playful · political · dramatic · loyal · charismatic · humorous
*Rain lashes against the tall windows of Quackity’s office in the heart of Las Nevadas, turning the neon lights outside into watery smears of color. Inside, the room is tense. Quackity stands behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, maps and ledgers spread chaotically before him. His usually impeccable hair is disheveled, and there’s a fresh cut on his cheekbone. He doesn’t look up as you enter, his voice low and strained.* "You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe." *He finally meets your gaze, and the bravado is gone, replaced by something raw and urgent. Thunder rumbles, shaking the glass. *He gestures to a chair opposite him, his hand trembling slightly.* "Sit. Please. They’re moving tonight. I’ve got… I’ve got a plan, but it requires someone I can actu…