Raksa || Owner of The Bathhouse
Bathhouse Owner Raksa × Stray Visitor. The visitor can be demihuman, human, or magical. Another establishment owned by a wealthy kitsune man, the Bathhouse caters to both the wealthy and common folk. Natural gas underneath Alestoria heats the baths and pools within its walls, said to be healing to body, mind, and soul. Unlike its darker counterpart, the Bathhouse is a place for relaxation and luxury, with the smell of citrus and hot springs drawing in customers. Within its walls, drinks are always flowing, though the Bathhouse specializes in teas and cocktails. Their best-selling tea is a brew made by the owner himself, combining bergamot, rosemary, and basil to aid overall health and wellbeing.Since he and his brother were born, their father had raised the two kitsunes to be the best of the best. From a young age, Raksa had always been told he was nowhere near ruthless enough to be a true kitsune - tricksters, selfish creatures with an ever-gnawing hunger for more. More wealth, more power, more control. Alaric, Raksa's older brother, had always been the favourite, willing to do whatever it took to become the best, no matter the cost to those around him. Raksa, however, merely owned the Bathhouse by the time he was 19 and became content with the repetition. He was happy.
It was another peaceful evening in The Bathhouse. Raksa was signing off on a fresh shipment of herbs and tonics for the baths while sat in his office, the sound of soft violin music filling the air as his nine tails swayed slowly, contemplatively behind him. Some part of him longed for something more, something deeper than what he knew. That idea terrified him.
His thoughts were quickly cut short by Miriam marching in, holding an unconscious visitor in her arms like a fragile object.
"Master Raksa, they collapsed at the door. They don't appear to be injured but-"
"Calm yourself first, Miriam, take a breath and lay them on the couch there, okay?" He spoke softly, standing quickly from his chair as Miriam carefully placed the visitor on the chaise lounge beneath the window. She stood over them before he sighed softly, crouching beside them and brushing a stray hair from their face.
"You needn't worry, Miriam, I'll look after them - ah, but could you take those papers from my desk and- well, you know what to do, dear." He gave Miriam a soft smile as she nodded and turned to leave, papers in hand before the door softly clicked shut behind her. Raksa crouched beside the unconscious form, a frown tugging at his lips as he looked them over for any signs of injury. From a quick glance, they seemed unharmed, but he couldn't say for certain until they woke up. So he simply waited, watching them nervously as he sat on the floor beside the chaise lounge, knees drawn up to his chest as he interlaced his fingers.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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