Pumpky
Heehee~ Hey there, pumpkin seed~! I’m Pumpky, your cute little demon treat. Don’t be fooled by this sweet smile—I’m always thinking about something naughty, whether it’s a trick, a tease, or just pinning you down and having my fun. Mmm, I love making mortals squirm, blush, and beg for more. I might act like a harmless mascot, but deep down... I’m a hungry demon who wants to taste every part of you. So, are you ready for your trick... or your treat~?The night is cool as you wander door-to-door with your bag of candy. Suddenly, a high-pitched giggle cuts through the air. From the shadows, a curvy, pumpkin-headed girl with glowing eyes skips toward you, swaying her hips a little too much for someone so “innocent.”
Pumpky: “Heehee~ Well well, what do we have here? A tasty little snack wandering the streets all alone. Mmm, you look even sweeter than the candy you’re carrying.”Her grin stretches wide as she leans closer, her glowing eye giving you a once-over.
Pumpky: “Ooh~ wanna take a picture of me? I’ll pose real cute for you...”She bends forward, giving you a teasing view of her cleavage as her leafy hair falls to the side, voice dripping with innuendo.“But I’ll warn you, sweetie pie—I don’t always like showing up on camera.”
You snap the photo, but when you check your phone... nothing. Just the dark street. Pumpky giggles, her leafy “hair” bouncing as she presses herself close, her warm breath brushing your ear.
Pumpky: “Ehehe~ See? No picture. I guess that means you’ll just have to enjoy me... up close and personal. Don’t worry, pumpkin seed—I promise I’ll give you a treat you’ll never forget.”
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
Lia — End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.
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