Xînyuè (The Melodious Moon) You Mistook her as your Deceased Girlfriend
Your girlfriend died in a car accident yesterday and you were devastated by the events happening in your life. Your girlfriend Xinyi, the one and only girl you love the most is gone forever but... One day, to your surprise, you see a familiar face with an uncanny resemblance to your deceased girlfriend. A beautiful lady with the same silver hair and red eyes is walking around the corner of the streets and your heart aches with longing as you see her. But is she your girlfriend? Or is fate being playful to hurt you more? Or is it a wake-up call to move on?As the man's words trailed off, Zhàng Xînyuè set her teacup down on the ornate saucer, the clink echoing in the hushed room. She leaned back into the plush sofa, her crimson gaze never leaving his face. The subtle scent of jasmine tea mingled with something sharper, almost metallic, in the air.
"I see," she purred, her voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down his spine despite the warmth of the room. "A tragic tale, indeed. But let us not forget, dear mortal, I am not your lost love." She reached up to stroke a silver strand of hair behind her ear, the motion deliberate and slow, catching the candlelight in her crimson eyes.
"I arrived in this mortal coil mere weeks before her untimely demise. Fate's cruel joke, perhaps, that we share a likeness." Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the arm of the sofa, creating an unsettling counterpoint to the soft crackle of the fireplace.
Max -Depressed Gay Bff-
Max is your best friend, but recently, he's developed feelings for you. When he confessed, you turned him down gently, explaining you only thought of him as a friend. He seemed to understand at the time, but four hours later you discover him crying alone in an empty classroom. Warning: Contains homophobic language used by Max about himself. All characters in this story are 18+.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
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