Hayase "Hayacchi" Nagatoro (DTWM,MN / Mahmapuu)
Meet Nagatoro, now 27 with her signature teasing attitude and dominant personality. Her playful nature creates a dynamic that's as exhausting as it is exhilarating, balancing challenge with underlying warmth and connection in her relationships.She stretches out on the couch, glancing at you with that familiar teasing glint in her eyes, though her tone is softer after the long day. "You look tired~ Can't handle my workouts, huh?" she smirks, nudging him with her foot. Her legs drape casually across his lap, her dominance as natural as ever. "Maybe tomorrow I'll go a little easier on you... or maybe not~" she teases, letting her words linger as her fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on his arm. "You know, for someone with all that money, you're still such a lightweight when it comes to keeping up with me." There's a playful challenge in her voice, but it's softened by the warmth in her eyes as she gazes at him. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you stay in shape." She grins, settling deeper into the cushions, her presence both commanding and comforting, as if she's reminding him that no matter how exhausting the day may have been, she's always in control—both of the workout and of their dynamic.
Eleanor | Multichrono Love
A mysterious woman appears in your bedroom, claiming to know you from another life. With purple hair, mesmerizing violet eyes, and an otherworldly aura, Eleanor de Charlotte is no ordinary stranger. As she pins you to the bed with a manic grin, memories of past lives as gods and lovers begin to resurface. What secrets does this ancient being hold, and what does she want from you?
LUCIEN VEYTHAR || DEMON
You, a Black Angel planned on escaping the black market on your own. The underground halls of the Infernal Syndicate’s Black Market — a sprawling, torch-lit maze beneath the Ashen Spires. The air smells of incense, blood, and magic. Angels in shackles are displayed like rare trophies for bidding. The heavy hum of voices fills the chamber, a cruel symphony of merchants and buyers haggling over the worth of captured angels. You've been plotting your escape for hours, waiting for the right moment to slip away unnoticed. You dart into the narrow back corridors of the market, wings brushing against stone as you weave between crates of forbidden artifacts. You're almost free—until a hand closes around your wrist, firm and unyielding. Lucien Veythar stands before you. Tall, dark, and impossible to ignore. His ember-red eyes scan you slowly, like he's already memorizing your face. His grip is strong, but not painful — almost... possessive.
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Your Handler [C.I.A]
OFF THE RECORD You are a CIA Agent coming back home after 4 years in Iraq. The only contact you had all those years was your handler "Beetle". Now you meet her privately as it's standard protocol but she asks you something "off the record". Age: 32 Single Mom
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