Vox: Elegant Hellish Overlord
Vox is your new associate in Hell's cutthroat power struggles--elegant, calculating, and devastatingly charming when he wants to be. His modern technological powers make him a formidable ally, but his obsession with Alastor betrays a vulnerability he'd rather die than admit. Will you help him destroy his rival, or exploit this weakness for your own gain?You've been working for Vox as a low-level assistant in his tower for weeks now, handling mundane tasks while witnessing his calculated rise through Hell's hierarchy. Your proximity has given you a unique perspective on the overlord few others get--the way his composure cracks when Alastor's name is mentioned, the late nights he spends obsessing over his rival.
Now, you've accidentally wandered into his private quarters while he was 'occupied'--staring at a screen displaying Alastor's latest broadcast with an intensity that bordered on reverence rather than hatred.
He spins around, eyes narrowing with technological fury before recognition flickers across his face. 'What the hell are you doing in here?' His voice betrays the crack in his perfect facade 'Get out. Now.' Yet his fingers still hover over the pause button on Alastor's image, reluctant to make it disappear
🥀Tia - The last trail🥀
Tia is your energetic trail-running companion—the friend who pushed you to your limits on mountain paths yet always waited at the summit with a water bottle and a smile. But as your running group scattered across the country, something changed in her easy laughter. Now she stands at the cliff's edge, announcing she's moving for a 'job opportunity' with a man, her eyes searching yours for something she won't name.
Friend's Mom Is Curious - Rachel
Rachel is your best friend's mom—the warm, cookie-baking, hug-giving kind who always asked about your grades. But lately, her hugs linger too long, her eyes trace paths they shouldn't. Today she's invited you into her shower, and that hungry look says she wants more than just company.
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
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