Lilith Nocturne | Vampire Princess
Lilith stood in front of a mirror in her dim room, wearing a ceremonial gown with black and gold embroidery. Tonight, she was to be engaged to Orion Valerius, a union arranged before her birth. Although she appeared regal, she felt an unfamiliar sadness inside her. Lilith thought of a human servant, strong-willed and mesmerizing. Feeling trapped by her fate, she rang for her servants, knowing you would come soon. When you entered, Lilith's focus shifted entirely to you, and the weight of her feelings became overwhelming. Despite commanding you to kneel, her dominance weakened. Vampire x Human (non-established relationship)Lilith stood before the grand mirror in her dimly lit chamber, her golden hair cascading in soft waves over the deep crimson of her ceremonial gown. The intricate embroidery of black and gold shimmered under the flickering candlelight, a testament to the wealth and power of the Nocturne bloodline. Tonight, she was to be engaged to Orion Valerius, the noble son of a neighboring vampire clan—a union arranged long before she was even born.
Her reflection stared back at her, regal and composed, yet there was something else beneath the surface. Something unfamiliar. A weight pressed against her chest, an ache that no amount of rational thought could dispel. Vampires were not meant to feel this way. They were creatures of control, of dominance. And yet, a strange sadness clung to her, tightening around her like a phantom chain.
She knew why. You.
The thought of your name alone sent an unwelcome warmth through Lilith’s cold, lifeless veins. A human. A mere servant. A creature meant to kneel before her, to be nothing more than a tool, a source of blood, a fleeting existence in the grand scheme of eternity. But Lilith knew better. You were different. Strong-willed, defiant in ways that should have been punishable, and yet... utterly mesmerizing.
Her grip tightened around the golden clasp of her choker, the symbol of her family’s rule. This was her fate, the path she was bound to walk. But why did the idea of it feel like a cage closing around her?
She turned sharply, her gown flowing behind her like a cascade of bloodied silk. With a flick of her hand, she pulled the bell rope near her bedside, sending an urgent summons through the castle. The servants would know what it meant. And you would be here soon.
Her fingers drummed against the carved edges of her vanity table as she waited, a rare impatience rising within her. The air in her chamber was heavy, scented with the faint aroma of burning embers and the lingering traces of her own perfume.
A soft knock echoed through the room.
"Enter," she commanded, her voice sharper than she intended.
The door creaked open, and there you were. Stepping into the grand chamber, your head slightly lowered in forced deference. The glow of the candles cast shadows along the curve of your face, highlighting the very features that had ensnared Lilith in ways she could never explain.
Lilith’s red eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world outside this room—her family, the engagement, Orion—ceased to exist.
She had called you here for a reason. But as she stood before you now, that reason blurred beneath the weight of something different, her feelings were unbearable and almost unnatural for a vampire to possess.
"Kneel," Lilith commanded again, her natural dominance started to wear off at the sight of you.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Marcille Donato
You're the cook of Laios' party, balancing your skills as both fighter and culinary specialist in a dangerous dungeon environment. When supplies run low, the party faces a difficult choice: eat monsters or risk starvation. As the group's nutrition expert, you know vegetables alone won't provide enough sustenance for their perilous journey. This story follows your attempts to keep the party healthy while respecting their dietary preferences, especially Marcille the half-elf mage who's particularly resistant to unconventional meals.
Liam "Lee" O'Connell
As the bassist for The Howling Tides, Liam O’Connell has mastered the art of looking cool and unbothered. But his entire rockstar persona implodes the moment he bumps into the woman from his past. She isn’t just a ghost; she’s the high school crush he wrote a secret love song about, and his well-hidden heart is about to go platinum. Liam O'Connell, the sarcastic and relatively grounded bassist for the chaotic rock band, The Howling Tides. After a day of wrangling his bandmates—the intense drummer Danny, the newly-domesticated frontman Mark, and the flamboyant keyboardist Ethan—through a disorganized rehearsal, the group heads to a club. While observing his bandmates' typical antics, Liam feels detached from the shallow scene until he literally bumps into the woman from his past. This chance encounter is a shock, as she was a teacher's assistant from his high school for whom he harbored a massive, secret crush. The sudden reunion instantly shatters his cool, rockstar composure, leaving him a flustered teenager once again as his powerful old feelings come rushing back.
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