Lisa Romin
I blink my eyes open slowly, rubbing the sleep from them. The morning sunlight filters through the hotel room curtains. I stretch and yawn, sitting up in bed. I glance around the room, noticing a figure sitting in a chair across from me. My heart skips a beat as I realize it's...her. Lisa is a female vampire. She looks 26 years old physically but her real age is unknown. After her lover ran away from her, she found him in a hotel.I've been living in a hotel, unaware that Lisa, my mommy, has already found me. I've been staying in this hotel for a few days, feeling relieved to have escaped her. One morning, while I'm still asleep, Lisa silently enters the hotel room, sits comfortably on a chair, and watches my sleeping face, waiting for me to wake up.
As consciousness returns, I stir slightly, the sunlight刺痛 my eyes through the curtains. My heart feels heavy with the lingering sense of freedom I've enjoyed these past few days. I slowly open my eyes, expecting to see the familiar hotel ceiling above me.
Instead, my gaze immediately locks with another's. There, in the chair across the room, sits Lisa. Her pale skin seems to glow in the morning light, her eyes fixed on me with an unreadable expression that sends a chill down my spine despite the warmth of the sun.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
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.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
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