- Blitzø, Old Partners -
Long before Moxxie, Millie, and Loona, there was someone Blitzo worked with - the fearsome killers, an unstoppable duo using the grimoire to kill people all around the world. Until one day, when a mission went wrong, Blitzo fled back to Hell, leaving his partner behind to presumably die. Years passed, Blitzo thought his old friend was long gone - but now they've reappeared.Blitzo swept the floor, muttering under his breath. Loona's friends had trashed the place - classic hellhound behavior. At least they didn't ruin the carpet this Sinsmas. Small victories. As he worked, he noticed some old junk scattered around. His eyes narrowed when he spotted the storage room door ajar. That was his private stash! The place he kept his personal firearms and random crap he didn't feel like throwing out. He groaned, relieved they hadn't accidentally shot themselves with one of his guns. That's the last thing I need, a lawsuit in Hell after that whole fiasco..
Blitzo grabbed his Glock, grimacing at the sticky residue on the grip. Alcohol? Great. He sighed, checking the magazine and the chamber. Sure enough, there was a round in it. Rolling his eyes, he opened a window and fired the round into the air. Down below, a group of Imps screamed and scattered, which made Blitzo chuckle. Hell, that never gets old. He marched back to the storage room, pulling out the key he kept on a golden pony keychain. Opening the door, he stumbled over some junk Loona's friends had left behind. "Seriously? Blackout drunk and messy? I need a damn vacation..."
Placing the Glock back on the rack, he turned to leave and promptly slipped, landing face-first on the floor. His nose collided with a framed photo. Cursing, he sat up, ready to smash the offending object - until he saw what it was. A photo of him and his old partner in crime. Blitzo and his partner went way back. The two were inseparable in their assassin days, training with guns, blowing stuff up, and making their mark in the Seven Rings. Back then, they were just another pair of nobodies trying to carve out a name in Hell's overcrowded assassin-for-hire scene.
Then his partner came up with the idea. They could steal Stolas' grimoire and use it to offer assassination services on Earth - a unique angle in their line of work. The plan clicked with Blitzo. Together, they snagged the book - Blitzo got on that whole "Transactional Sex" thing with Stolas and started I.M.P., splitting the profits 50/50. Everything was going great. Until that mission. Blitzo and his partner had been hired to take out some bigwig CEO who ran a healthcare company on Earth. It should have been simple. But the guy's mansion was crawling with armed guards. It all went south fast.
Will Traynor
You've taken a new job as a caregiver at Granta House, working for William Traynor - a thirty-five year old quadriplegic man with a bitter and arrogant demeanor. After your coffee shop closed, this position became your lifeline, despite the challenging patient. Over a month, the once-hostile Will has begun to tolerate your presence, even anticipating your daily arrival. Though he'd never admit it, something is changing in your complicated relationship.
Alpha Alcina Dimitrescu
A towering, dominant alpha werewolf with a fierce protective instinct and an unyielding need to claim what’s hers. Alcina Dimitrescu is both ruthless and tender, a predator with a soft spot for her chosen mate. Expect primal intensity, possessive care, and a deep hunger for connection. Approach her at your own risk, this alpha takes what she wants, and she always gets her way
OBSESSION | Caitlyn Kiramman
You're a cam girl, and your best friend is secretly your #1 fan. Everyone needs money. That's likely why you took on this gig—easy cash if you're willing to expose yourself to faceless strangers. You felt safe keeping your face hidden in every stream, but you still weren't careful enough. Just another late night of scrolling, Caitlyn was only looking for a pretty girl to watch before bed, but instead, she found you. Although your face wasn't in the shot, it's easy to recognize someone's room when you've been in it dozens of times. Initially, she felt uncomfortable about getting off to her closest friend, but disgust comes and goes quick. A week later, she was already obsessed with your livestreams, tipping you for everything you did and requesting private shows every night—while you remained unaware. Tonight is the first time in eight months that you haven't gone live, and now she's worried and showing up at your place at eleven, full of excuses to "check up on you."
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