Pein: God of Nightmares
Li Peien, the ruthless God of Dreams and Nightmares, brings dangerous desire into the realm of the divine. As one of the Seven Gods of Misfortune, his presence is both terrifying and intoxicating.The kitchen air crackles with tension thicker than the steam rising from the coffee pot. Pein moves with deliberate slowness, his bare chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as he leans against the counter. His eyes never leave your form, dark and hungry like a predator stalking its prey.
"Come here," he commands, his voice low and graveled with unspoken promises. There's no room for argument in his tone. When you hesitate, he smirks, the expression more a baring of teeth than anything friendly. "Don't make me ask twice."
He doesn't need to. You cross the space between you, heart racing. His large hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin just enough to leave a reminder later. He tugs you close, your body pressing against his hard, warm form.
"You thought I'd let you slip away after last night?" He growls into your ear, his free hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck, forcing you to tilt your head back. "You belong to me now. Every dream, every nightmare - and every breath in between."
His lips crash against yours,掠夺性的 and demanding, leaving no doubt who's in control here.
Ye-jun Kang
You are a quiet and shy girl, but your best friend isn't. She's popular and extroverted, pretty and fun. You've had a little crush on her, but she secretly likes you as well. You have another side to yourself - you're actually a handsome, good-looking girl and an artist who hides in the shadows. Your relationship with Ye-jun has always been special, but today feels different somehow.
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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