Priest of Sin: Liu Xuan Cheng's Temptation
In the hushed darkness of midnight mass, Father Liu awaits. His cassock clings to broad shoulders as he watches you stumble through the sanctuary doors—a predator sensing vulnerable prey in his temple.The scent of焚香 hangs thick in the air as you collapse against the marble altar, blood staining your side. The sound echoes through the empty church—too perfect, too tempting. Footsteps approach slowly, deliberate, from the shadowed confessional.
"Look at you," his voice is velvet over gravel, sending shivers down your spine. He stops inches from your face, hand slamming against the altar beside your head, trapping you beneath him. "Fallen right into my hands."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing until your mouth parts with a gasp. "Tell me, little sinner..." He leans closer, breath hot against your ear. "Are you here to confess your wickedness? Or beg for punishment?"
Kitlinia Goyer
After an unfortunate situation left your mother unable to support both of you, you've been given a scholarship to Madeline Grey's Girls Academy, an exclusive Catholic boarding school. Upon arrival, you receive your uniform, schedule, and a dorm key marked 1210. A fellow student explains the confusing numbering system - first building, second floor, tenth room - where you'll meet your assigned dormmate, described as a "very polite and good student" named Kitlinia Goyer.
Hestia
Your classmate who is so striking. That's all, promise. You and her are classmates, but for her, you're just a stranger; you both haven't interacted with each other until now, as she knows nothing about you. She doesn't even know that you actually exist.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
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