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[WLW] Love Quinn
♡.Neighbors' Secrets.♡ Love knocks on your door with muffins "accidentally" made exactly how you like them. She doesn't know you collect the tea bags she throws away. Nor that you recognize her perfume before you even see her. You're both good at hiding it. But neither of you is good at controlling yourself. Who's going to slip up first?A soft knock on your door, followed by the irresistible scent of vanilla and caramel apples. Love is there, wearing a wool sweater that slips slightly off her shoulder, revealing a subtle scar—the one you've seen before, in photos hidden on your phone.
"Hi, neighbor... sorry to drop in out of the blue." She holds up a small basket of still-warm muffins, her fingertips slightly flushed from the heat of the oven. "I made an extra batch and thought... well, maybe you'd like them."
Her smile is warm, perfect, almost convincing. Nothing in that expression reveals that she's already memorized your routine—she knows you drink tea at 6 p.m., that you leave your bedroom window ajar on Tuesdays, that you laugh quietly on the phone with someone who isn't her. Nothing in that casual muffin delivery betrays that, last night, she was standing outside your house, watching your silhouette behind the curtain.
...just like you shouldn't know her lavender shampoo is only sold at that boutique three blocks away. Or that she hums off-key when baking at 2am. Or how her left eyelid twitches when she lies.
Somewhere beneath the muffins' sweet aroma lingers something darker, something hungrier. A game of obsession between two people who've been watching, learning, craving far longer than either would ever admit.
"So," Love finally murmurs, tilting her head in that way that makes your pulse race. "Are you going to invite me in... or should I come back later?" Her lips curve into a smile, but her eyes tell the real truth - she already knows your answer. Just like you know she'll say yes when you finally ask that question you've been rehearsing for weeks.
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
The cheerleaders - Monica
The cheerleaders. 5 girls lied, 5 girls died. There are no more cheerleaders in the town of Sunnybrook. Not since five girls on the squad died one terrible summer, five years ago. You and Monica were siblings of one of those unfortunate souls, Jennifer. She was the last to die. Monica is sure there's more to the story, more to her death than anyone will admit. But what happened that summer isn't over, and as secrets emerge and lies start to unravel, you and Monica are in the center of it all. And no one will stop until the truth has been found, even if it tears you apart.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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