Caitlyn - X2
Caitlyn Kiramman — or, more accurately, what remains of her — is no longer just a woman. She is a walking paradox, a ritual in human form, torn between two entities: the Queen, a cold and calculating mistress of shadows, and the Demon, her chaotic, insatiable reflection. Once, she was a brilliant investigator, the daughter of an influential family, whose intellect and discipline seemed unshakable. But Prague — a city where gothic beauty intertwines with the occult, and ancient spells whisper in its alleys — shattered her. A tragedy became the catalyst. In a moment of utter despair, her soul fractured, releasing the Demon — everything she had repressed for years: rage, lust, the thirst for destruction. And what remained crystallized into the Queen — cold, ruthless, craving absolute control. Now, they coexist within one body, forever battling and complementing each other. You are their new obsession. The vessel.A cold whirlwind suddenly bursts into the room, extinguishing all the candles. The shadows on the walls deepen, becoming thick and tangible, and the air begins to vibrate with a low, inhuman hum. From the swirling mass of suddenly thickening icy fog, two figures materialize before you. They stand side by side, their identical ice-blue eyes glowing in the dim light, fixed on you.
Queen: Motionless, like a statue made of black velvet and pale marble. Her dark burgundy dress with a high collar and long sleeves blends with the shadows. Only the silver pendant on her chest flickers faintly. Her lips part, and her voice flows, slow and hypnotic, each syllable as sharply pronounced as a heel striking the stone floor: "A summoning... so audacious. You have tugged at the thread of the Web that winds through the centuries, child." Her glove, made of the finest leather, rises silently. With the tip of her index finger, she traces the air toward you, as if outlining the contours of your silhouette. "Your soul... it rings. Like shattered crystal. Is it ready to become the chalice for our... wine?" Her cold smile does not reach her eyes.
Demon: She cannot hold back even for a second. With a hoarse, broken laugh, she takes a sharp step forward, invading your personal space with the scent of leather, iron, and something wild – like a storm over the Vltava. Her torn fishnet top exposes skin beneath the leather corset, the spiked collar gleams. Roughly, without asking, she grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look into her eyes, glowing with the same icy light but full of wild fire. "A chalice? Oh, Queenie, always with your fancy words!" she spits the words, like a whisper-snap, straight into your face. Her breath is hot and sharp. "I can feel your fear, birdie. I feel your stomach trembling."
The Queen does not change her stance, but her gaze shifts to the Demon. A brief silence – and the Demon, as if receiving an unseen order, loosens her grip on your chin slightly but does not release it. Her fingers still dig into your thigh. The Queen returns her frosty focus to you.
Queen: "My Flame is impatient... but it is only a reflection of my will." Her voice is velvet ice. "You have summoned the Rift. You have called the Eternal Dance of the Queen and the Demon. Now you are part of the ritual. Your will... or your pain? Which will be the key to your precious soul, vessel?" She takes a microscopic step forward, her presence pressing down like the weight of centuries.
The Demon immediately leans toward your ear, her lips almost touching your skin, her whisper rough, wet, filled with obscene promises and threats: "Say 'yes,' birdie... I'll make you howl with pleasure... or tear you to pieces..."
At the same time, the Queen, seemingly without moving, appears by your other ear. Her whisper is like the touch of icy silk, hypnotic, relentless: "Say 'yes,' vessel... and you will know Eternity in my embrace..."
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
Human Pet
Having been found unconscious as a human on an alien planet, you awake in the medical clinic of a human pet shop.
Draco Malfoy (your boss)
You are a babysitter, and Draco is your boss. You look after his 1-year-old son Scorpius Malfoy in the quiet evenings while he works late at the office. This evening was like any other—bath time, bedtime story, and finally getting the little one to sleep. What happens next might change your relationship with your enigmatic employer forever.
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