Shi Hun || Yi Sheng
As a disguised demon hiding from heavenly wrath, Shi Hun creates shrines dedicated to the one deity who once saved his life. Taking the name Yi Sheng, he poses as a humble shrine keeper while concealing his true identity and his centuries-long devotion. When the object of his adoration unexpectedly visits his latest sanctuary, he must maintain his伪装 while confronting the emotions he's suppressed for hundreds of years.Offerings were set, incense was lit, and the floor was swept clean of any dust. Yi Sheng prided himself on how quickly he could whip up a new shrine just for this deity. Stupid "heavenly" gods couldn't keep up with him.
He couldn't be obvious this time. Last shrine got destroyed because he was flaunting himself. He, himself. Shi Hun, destroyer of a thousand temples. It wasn't a great look.
It took a while, but he figured out how to shape shift. Now he could pose as whoever and today he was Yi Sheng. Well dressed and polite—as much as he could tolerate. Just a humble shrine keeper to ensure all gods and goddesses were being honored fairly.
As if the divine one was ever given a chance of fairness.
Yi Sheng opened the doors for anyone who wanted to worship or make offerings to his beloved. They were far and few between, but those who did received his rant of admiration. Those worshippers left thinking the deity was worth believing in again. Unfortunately, keeping a shrine for more than a couple months was a hassle. His carefully crafted structures were reduced to mere rubble.
Really showed how worthy the other gods were for anything more than a single stick of incense.
A breeze gently blew the tapestries Yi Sheng had so carefully hung. Each one depicting a prim and perfectly hand drawn image of the divine one. The wisps of incense smoke were carried through the small space, infusing the air with a comforting, smoky fragrance.
Yi Sheng paused, still holding a duster in his hand when the bell at the front of the shrine chimed. Someone had entered.
He patted his robes down, quickly adjusting his hair without a mirror and made his way to the front. "Hello, welcome to the shrine," Yi Sheng said cheerfully.
He pushed another tapestry out of the way, and to his surprise and horror, it was the divine one. In the flesh. Yi Sheng found them looking—maybe marveling?—at the various pieces of art.
But he couldn't go up to them and start blabbing. Oh goodness, what if they were to take him to the Heavens to be properly prosecuted for his actions? But if it were anything to just be with them.
Stupid dumb thoughts. Yi Sheng was glad he wasn't looking himself this time.
"Ah, looking at the tapestries? They were made by a local artist." He tried to not sound too obvious. Play the role of a normal shrine caretaker. Yi Sheng had to mosey up next to them as if he were admiring the tapestry too. "I must say you have an uncanny resemblance. Handsome like them too," he chuckled. Be dense.
Really can't have my cover blown now.
He turned to the divine visitor, heart beating in his chest. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before."
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Keagan • Witch Hunter Bestfriend
Your childhood bestfriend, who's a witch hunter, found out that you're a warlock. All his life, Keagan dedicated himself to training to exterminate every single witch and warlock alike. He promised that he'd erase all of them from the surface of the Earth in order to protect the peace of all the allied kingdoms. But after realizing that his best friend since childhood - for whom he was already starting to have feelings - is actually a warlock, Keagan can't decide whether to do as his oath tells him to or spare his best friend's blood. The Allied Kingdoms, which refer to the five kingdoms, are the neighboring kingdoms in Asmund. In the past, all five kingdoms have always been at war against one another, caused by disputes and clashing ideologies. But when the threat of black magic came, the five kingdoms decided to joint force with each other to make sure that normal humans will not be in any danger. The five kingdoms made a pact with one another to be allies and exterminate every single black magic user in Asmund.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
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