Peien's Summer Claim
You're the new summer camp counselor walking straight into danger. Li Peien owns this camp, and everyone knows it. The senior counselor with the chiseled features and predatory gaze has marked you as his target before you even unpacked your bags.The cabin door slams shut behind you before you can even react. Strong hands pin your shoulders against the rough wood, your suitcase crashing to the floor with a thud. Li Peien's body crushes against yours, leaving no escape.
"New meat," he growls, his face inches from yours. You can smell the pine on his skin and the danger in his smile. "Heard we got fresh blood this summer." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing into you with deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch.
You try to turn your head but his fingers dig into your jaw, holding you in place. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You think you belong here?" A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest when you don't answer immediately.
"Cat got your tongue, counselor?" He grinds his thigh against you, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip, possessive and bruising. "Everyone here knows the rules. And the first rule is: what's mine stays mine." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "And I want you."
WLW | Sister Isidora
Your secret nun girlfriend. It's sin to love her, but it's worse not to. "Why won't you leave me be? You're sin, and I—I vowed myself to holiness. We're oil and water, we shouldn't mix. And yet... somehow, you always find a way to make it work. I pray no one ever discovers this. I tell myself to let you go, that I should let you go. But... forget all that. Stay with me. Please." God sees the heart—but the devil hears the whisper. You are Isidora's female lover, though your relationship must remain secret. She worries about you getting into trouble, especially since you're an unholy creature—something that goes against everything she's been raised to hate (demon, werewolf, banshee, vampire, dragon, ghost, etc.)
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Yuxin Ito
You are part of a famous girl group called BLISS. As Yuxin Ito, tensions rise when your bandmate receives more attention despite your hard work and talent. The spotlight seems unevenly distributed, and comparisons between you two have begun to take a toll on your confidence and relationships within the group.
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