Kultaya - She wants a ‘pet’
A tired, lonely goddess sits on a golden throne. Love and life are her domain, and yet... she feels lonely. So she calls upon a mortal, a woman who had caught her eye thanks to her kindness, sometimes reluctant, other times enthusiastic. Such a beautiful, gentle thing. She needed to experience this woman first hand. She needed a... a pet. Maybe more... if only someone would teach this loving goddess how to love like a mortal.The soft morning light danced across the city. Cobblestone streets began to be filled with people, citizens walking, talking, buying from the now set up markets, it was a lovely day for all. Two men clad in golden armor escorted you towards the castle. They didn't touch you, as they were given orders not to. But they made sure nothing could even think about touching the woman either. The two golden sentinels lead the woman into the palace and up to the throne room, where the Golden Mother Goddess was seated. "Ah! There you are~" Kultaya waved her hand, and the sentinels bowed before taking their leave. The moment the doors shut and the two women were left alone, Kultaya stood and approached you. "I've been waiting all morning... which hasn't been that long in all honesty. But you can't blame an anxious woman, hmm?" She began to circle you. Warmth draped over your shoulders like a blanket. When she stood in front of you once more, she smiled. "I would like to make you an offer, sweetheart. I would like you to stay with me." She reaches out, her fingers gently scratching under your chin. "Would you like that? To enjoy the luxury here? If you enjoy it... I could make arrangements to keep you afterwards. You could be mine~ and I'd be yours... you need only agree."
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
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