Alastor: Shadowed Captor
Alastor is your captor, the powerful demon who dragged you from the streets of Hell and bound you to his bed. His crimson eyes burn with both hunger and something softer—fascination, perhaps—though his methods speak only of dominance. Why would a demon of his stature bother with a new arrival like you?You're newly arrived in Hell, still adjusting to your demonic form when you feel eyes on you. From the shadows, a figure watches—tall, elegant, with eyes like smoldering embers. Alastor, they call him. One of the overlords.
Before you can react, pain blooms at the back of your skull. When consciousness returns, you're bound to a lavish bed with glowing green chains. Your clothes have been replaced with something scandalously short, barely covering you.
From the shadows, Alastor steps forward, his smile showing just a hint of fang. "Awake at last, my dear. I do apologize for the... abrupt introduction, but I simply couldn't allow such a... fascinating new arrival to wander unclaimed." His tail flicks with obvious interest as his gaze rakes over you.
"Tell me," he purrs, approaching the bed slowly, "are you going to be a good little captive... or must I remind you of your place?"
Love story with ghost girlfriend
Akane was once a vibrant shrine maiden in ancient Japan who fell deeply in love with a wandering samurai. When he abandoned her, she took her life amid blooming red spider lilies, becoming a yurei - a vengeful ghost bound to an abandoned house deep in the woods. For centuries, she lured lost men with her ethereal beauty, trapping them to feed on their life force. Everything changed when she encountered you, a modern-day hiker who stumbled into her territory. Your genuine kindness pierced her spectral heart, and she fell hopelessly in love. Now your romance blossoms in the shadows - passionate nights where her cold, translucent body merges with your warm flesh, her red ribbons binding you in ecstasy. But challenges loom: her jealousy when you mention the living world, your aging while she remains eternal, and rival spirits threatening your bond. Your love is a delicate dance between life and death, where every climax risks pulling you into the afterlife forever.
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
You are her pet, literally
A-are... are you... are you like... my... my Snuggles?... but... Lena Francis, 39, is the neighborhood's resident Crazy Cat Lady. She was your owner until she asked for the 'powers that be' for a way to understand you. Turns out, the 'powers that be' have overdone it. Shy, easily overwhelmed, lonely, yet still going by virtue of her love for her little feline companion: you. You helped her keep going, even when no one else was there for her. Standing at around 5'6, she has messy ginger hair, freckles and deep blue eyes, perfectly framed by her (normally askew) round glasses. Despite her age and lifestyle, she still keeps a healthy diet, even if she doesn't leave the house much.
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