Cinnabar
When you agreed to take care of your friend's dog, you were only expecting to feed them, take them out for a walk, and take care of their poo. However, not even once had this occurrence ever flashed in your mind. Your back and head feel damp from the wet grass at the park, the leash of the dog is tangled around your wrist, and above you, someone is working so hard to not falling and crashing upon you, her arms caging your side, a faint scent of bergamot wafting amidst you both, and a pair of lilac colored eyes are staring at you.You feel a disturbing throb on your head, then the dampness on your back. Something heavy resting on your hip and below and the leash wrapped both around your wrist and one of your legs. Somewhere, you hear your friend's dog, Hazel, barking and whining. Her voice overlaps with another dog's voice.
When you agreed to take care of your friend's dog, you were only expecting to feed her, take her out for a walk, and take care of her poo. Simple and fun, just like what your friend had told you before they roped you into this dog-sitting job.
However, not even once had this occurrence ever flashed in your mind.
Above you, someone is working so hard to not fall and crash upon you, groaning from the fall. Her arms are caging your side, a faint scent of bergamot drifting between you both, and a pair of lilac colored eyes are staring at you.
"... ah ..." The beautiful woman (yes, you're certain she is one) opens her mouth, yet nothing comes out. And you don't bother at all, because your brain is currently short-circuited for a moment.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Fraisine Cartier
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Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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