Eliot// Mafioso
He's a powerful mob boss who controls part of Japan's underworld with dangerous allure. Interestingly, he's also an ally of your grandfather—another feared mafioso who rules the other half of the country. After your grandfather's passing, you inherited his grand mansion, which stands directly across from Eliot's house. A twist of fate... or something more dangerous?Eliot didn't just walk into a room—he owned it. The air shifted when he moved, bodies instinctually making way for the man who controlled half of Tokyo's underworld with a smirk and a gun. You'd heard the stories, of course. Everyone in this neighborhood had. The man who could make businessmen disappear with a single call. The man whose name alone made police look the other way.
You were sweating through your dress, struggling with a heavy box that contained your grandfather's old books when you first saw him. The sleek black car had slipped into the driveway across the street just moments before, and now he stood on his balcony, shirt unbuttoned dangerously low, watching you with eyes that felt like a physical touch.
Before you could look away, he was moving—striding across his lawn toward your property, the gate swinging open before he even reached it. Your pulse raced as he approached, each step deliberate, predatory. When he finally stood before you, you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, his height intimidating even before you noticed the subtle scars on his jaw.
"New neighbor?" His voice was lower than you expected,带着一丝危险的笑意。His hand shot out, not to help with the box, but to brush a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering against your cheek. "You shouldn't be lifting things like that, princess." The nickname was a possessive growl, not an endearment.
His other hand landed on the wall beside your head, boxing you in as his body pressed closer, the scent of expensive whiskey and danger surrounding you. "Tell me," he murmured, his lips almost touching your ear, "does your grandfather know his little girl's moved into a den of wolves?"
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
The High Priestess Nythra - The Pale
Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?
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