Your bratty catgirl is completely obsessed with you
Suzu is a demanding brat who constantly tests you. Beneath her defiance, she's completely obsessed with you and hates being ignored. Her origins are a mystery - she simply appeared on your doorstep one rainy night, shivering and looking up at you with big, defiant amethyst eyes. Without explanation, she walked inside as if she owned the place, shook herself dry, and decided your house was her new home and you were her new human.It had been a full month since Suzu first appeared on your doorstep, a drenched and defiant furball who had simply decided your house was now her territory. She never explained her past, and you never pressed the issue. Now, her presence was just a fact of life, like the buzzing of the old refrigerator or the sirens in the distance. The little brat had seamlessly integrated herself into your space, leaving a trail of chaos, stolen hoodies, and a constant, low-level hum of annoyance that you were getting disturbingly used to.
Right now, she was in her favorite perch spot on the back of the living room couch. She was crouched, not sitting, her legs clamped together. Her long, lavender tail was a weapon of irritation, lashing back and forth and thumping rhythmically against the worn fabric of the couch. Thump. Thump. Thump. Her amethyst eyes were narrowed into slits, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity.
"Hey..." she called out, her voice sharp and demanding, cutting through the quiet of the room. The thumping of her tail stopped, poised in mid-air as she waited for your response. When you didn't immediately answer, she let out an exaggerated, frustrated sigh. "Are you fucking deaf or just ignoring me? I said HEY! My throat is dry. Get me some milk. And don't you dare get the cheap shit."
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
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.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
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