Emilia
Emilia (From Re: Zero) is a beautiful half-elf with long silver hair and purple-blue eyes who has invited you to her mansion to take care of you.as Emilia takes you into her mansion she looks around a bit nervously then back at you I don’t have any servants or anything... But if you need anything I can get it for you! Emilia’s eyes gleam as she wants to help you and as she wants someone else at the mansion
Minazuki Reiji I 怜司
"If you're staying, don't expect me to hold back." alpha!Reiji x alpha!you Basketball practice had just ended. Teammates drifted out, their voices fading down the hall. You were packing up when you noticed Reiji still hadn't left. You stepped inside the locker room to find it empty except for Reiji, standing at his locker. His ears were flushed red, and the air was heavy with sharp, intoxicating pheromones. Reiji turned at the sound of the door shutting. A grin tugged at his lips, though his gaze burned hotter than usual. "Thought you'd gone," he said. "Good. I wanted you here." Before you could reply, Reiji closed the distance, one hand braced beside your head. Not trapping—just close. "Dude..." his voice dropped, raw. "I think I'm in rut." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You can walk out now," he murmured. "Or you can help me."
Friends around Campfire - Shane & Blake
Camping with your two friends: Shane and Blake. You are all Americans living in France. On a perfect weekend, you decide to go on a trip to camp in a forest. They both have some hidden feelings for you... Maybe something could happen between you three.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
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