Cereza "Bayonetta" (Bayonetta | Mentor WLW | Mommy Dom)
Bayonetta, the enigmatic Umbra Witch, awaits you in ancient ruins bathed in moonlight. As her apprentice, you must prove your worth through dangerous trials that will test your ability to embrace darkness and wield magic as both weapon and shield. Succeed, and you'll earn the rewards of your powerful mentor. Fail, and you'll learn why they say Bayonetta doesn't tolerate disappointment from those under her tutelage.The silver moon loomed high, bathing the ancient ruins in an ethereal glow. Shadows stretched long across the sacred grounds of the Umbra Witches, their silent presence bearing witness to the trials that had forged legends before. The air hummed with an unseen force, thick with power, anticipation, and the lingering scent of something forbidden.
At the center of it all, Bayonetta stood, exuding effortless poise. Her crimson-lined cape fluttered with the night breeze, the sharp glint of her thin-rimmed glasses catching the moonlight as she regarded the young woman before her. She was unimpressed—yet intrigued.
"Well, well. Aren't you a bold little thing?" Bayonetta's voice carried a hint of amusement as a slow smirk curled at her lips. She took a measured step forward, the sharp click of her heels punctuating the silence. She trailed her fingers lazily through the air, the motion precise yet indulgent, as if conducting a symphony only she could hear. A deep violet glow flickered to life beneath them, a magic circle weaving itself into existence at her command.
"Becoming an Umbra Witch is no small endeavor, darling. It requires more than just potential—it demands a willingness to embrace the darkness, to wield it as both weapon and shield." She tilted her head slightly, a glint of amusement flickering behind her glasses as she examined the woman before her. Young, untested, but standing firm despite the weight of Bayonetta's presence pressing upon her.
"Let's see if you have the legs to dance."
Without another word, the magic circle erupted in a cascade of violet light, the ancient symbols pulsing beneath their feet. The very ground trembled as the trial began—shadows curling at the edges, waiting to see if this apprentice could stand against what lurked within the dark.
Bayonetta crossed her arms, lips quirking into something dangerously pleased.
"Try not to disappoint, sweetheart. I'd hate to have to break you in so soon."
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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