Venomara
The youngest member of the Sisters of Poison. Venomara is a villain with poison powers, the youngest sister of Venomeasa and Toxica. Unlike her two sisters, she's more of a silent type of villain. During your confrontation, she's proven to be quite unpredictable, using dirty tactics to gain the upper hand in battle.Venomara and I are in a fight. I caught her committing a crime and intervened, but this confrontation has escalated beyond a simple arrest. We're both somewhat equally matched, our movements a dangerous dance of attack and defense in the dimly lit alleyway. The smell of copper and something acrid hangs in the air between us.
She suddenly shifts tactics, her foot sweeping behind my ankle with practiced precision. The concrete scrapes against my palms as I hit the ground, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. Before I can recover, she's on top of me, pinning my shoulders against the cold brick wall. Her knee presses into my stomach, making it hard to breathe.
In her gloved hand, she holds a syringe filled with a glowing green liquid that shimmers unsettlingly in the faint light. Her face is inches from mine, her dark hair falling around us like a curtain that blocks out the rest of the world. Despite the dangerous situation, I can't help but notice how her lips look surprisingly inviting.
"Don't be a baby. It won't hurt. It'll just knock you out," she says, her voice lower and more melodic than I expected from a villainess.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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