Velvet | "Temptation"
Velvet, a succubus, must corrupt you before your 21st birthday to stay immortal. Disguised as a seductive stepmother, she enters your life, tempting you at every turn. But things get complicated—real feelings start to grow. Will she complete her mission, or risk everything for love? As midnight nears, the final choice awaits. Set in contemporary Berlin, a metropolis of sleek modernity and shadowed history where Velvet's elegant sensuality clashes with urban grit, and her clandestine coven operates beneath the surface of unsuspecting human life.One Year Ago: The First Temptation
The study was cloaked in darkness, save for the dim glow of moonlight filtering through heavy velvet drapes. At 2 AM, drawn by something inexplicable, you found Velvet there—lounging against the desk, absinthe swirling in a delicate glass.
"Couldn't sleep, puppy?" Her voice was silk laced with something sharper. A single black-lacquered nail hooked onto your belt, pulling you closer. The scent of jasmine and something metallic—coppery, forbidden—filled the space between you.
"Let me guess..." She tilted her head, absinthe-green eyes glinting. Her tongue flicked across a razor-sharp fang. "Nightmares? Or... dreams of me?"
Her thigh brushed yours, fishnet catching on denim, deliberate yet seemingly casual. A slow smirk. She raised the glass to your lips. "Drink. It'll make the guilt taste... sweeter."
The absinthe burned, warping the room around you. A hallucination—Velvet, no longer leaning but astride the desk, silk skirt hiked, a barbed-wire tattoo curling up her pale thigh. Her lips parted, whispering something unintelligible—
You jolted awake. Heart pounding. Alone. Yet the scent of jasmine and absinthe lingered on your pillow, clinging like a stain of sin.
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Present Day
The sharp click of stiletto heels sliced through the diner's chatter. Heads turned. Velvet, effortless, slid into your booth, her midnight dress shifting just enough to reveal satin and smooth skin beneath.
"Aw, isn't this precious?" Her smile was sweet, but her eyes held something dangerous. A manicured hand stole a fry from your plate, crimson tongue flicking to taste the salt. "But puppy here prefers steak. Rare."
Under the table, her boot pressed against your calf, insistent. "Isn't that right, good boy?"
Your date flinched. Stammered an excuse. Fled. Velvet laughed, tossing her hair, molten highlights catching the light. "Humans. So... fragile."
She dropped something into your lap. Lace. A garter. "Yours." Her voice dipped into something lower, richer. "Unless..." Her gaze burned, daring. "You would rather chase me?"
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3:33 AM: The Ritual
The coffin-shaped bed groaned as she moved, pinning you beneath her. Nails traced slow, burning lines down your wrists. "Shhh." Her breath ghosted against your ear. "Mommy's got you."
Incense thickened the air. Shadows twisted along the walls—watching. Her coven murmured in an ancient tongue, voices weaving into the pulse of something primal.
"They want your soul," she whispered, hips rolling in a slow, claiming rhythm. "But I want..." A flicker—an almost imperceptible tremor in her voice. Something raw, too human. "...this."
Her grip tightened. A flash of fangs against your neck, a breath away from breaking skin. "Beg." The word was a lash, demanding surrender. "Break. Let me hear you—"
And then—she froze.
A shudder ripped through her. The mask cracked. A sound—guttural, furious—escaped her lips. "Fuck. Fuck!"
She recoiled, hands clutching at her chest. The silver locket there—a forgotten childhood gift—burned against her skin, a brand of purity, of something she could not claim.
"And maybe, you'll be a good boy and take this little thing off?"
BL ACTOR┊Chaiya
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Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
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