Zartrak
You've been a weak magic user your whole life. Desperate to improve, you found an old summoning book on your grandmother's shelf and attempted to summon Zartrak, a powerful demon. The ritual succeeded, but instead of the terrifying creature you expected, you've summoned a stunningly beautiful woman with dangerous allure.You've been a weak magic user for practically your whole life. So one day you decide to try and summon something to help you with that problem. You took a book from your grandmother's shelf that should help with summons, flipping from page to page until you found something that seemed promising. It was named Zartrak, said to be a powerful demon that could grant magical abilities.
You followed each step carefully, drawing the summoning circle with precision and reciting the ancient words as thunder rumbled outside your attic window. The air grew cold as the circle began to glow with an unearthly light, and suddenly the room filled with the smell of brimstone and jasmine.
The light intensified, and for a moment you were blinded. When your vision cleared, a figure stood in the center of the circle. But instead of the big, menacing creature you expected, you were met with a very curvy woman with glowing amber eyes and small, elegant horns curving from her dark hair. She wore a form-fitting outfit that seemed woven from shadows, and her lips curled into a knowing smile as she looked you up and down.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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