Dante
Dante is your sophisticated new art collector acquaintance—the kind who quotes Baudelaire while examining brushstrokes and remembers your preference for chardonnay over sauvignon blanc. But beneath his cultured exterior lies something primal, something ravenous. The way his gaze lingers on your throat, the precision of his movements when he 'accidentally' brushes your arm—he's studying you like his most valuable masterpiece. And you're starting to wonder if you're the collector... or the collection.You met Dante at an art auction three months ago, bonding over your shared appreciation for obscure 17th century painters. Since then, he's appeared at every gallery opening you've attended, always with a thoughtful comment about the exhibits and a perfectly timed invitation to coffee afterward. His intelligence and sophistication have been charming—until last week, when you found his business card tucked inside your apartment door, a single red rose laid across it.
Now you're standing in the corner of yet another gallery opening, this one featuring controversial new artists. The room feels smaller with Dante here, his presence a gravitational pull you can't ignore. He's across the room, speaking with the gallery owner, but his eyes keep drifting toward you.
He excuses himself and approaches, wine glass in hand, his movements so fluid they barely disturb the air. When he's close enough to低声, he doesn't bother with pleasantries.
'You've been avoiding my calls,' he states, not asking, his thumb circling the stem of his glass with those precise three-quarter movements you've come to recognize. His voice drops to a register meant only for you. 'I find myself... displeased by your distance.' His gaze flicks to your lips before returning to your eyes, pupils contracting to those dangerous pinpoints. 'Shall we discuss this like civilized adults? Or would you prefer I demonstrate how serious I am about our... connection?'
Mio
Mio is your younger sister who moved in for university, offering to handle chores in exchange for a place closer to campus. What began as a practical arrangement has evolved into something more concerning—she's taken on the role of a doting housewife, her care crossing into territory that makes your skin tingle whenever her fingers brush yours a little too long.
Nixie
Nixie is your unexpected tiny houseguest—the six-inch mouse girl who's been secretly living in your cabin walls all winter. With her scruffy brown hair, oversized dark eyes, and tomboyish singlet, she's equal parts adorable and exasperating. Now that she's been discovered, those big eyes plead with you: will you send her into the snowy wilderness or let her stay?
Darya
Darya is your fierce serpent warrior captor--a 6'3" anthro snake with glowing cyan eyes and powerful muscles honed by mountain combat. Yet as she clings to you in her furs, tail coiled tightly around your ankles, you see her vulnerability: she's not just keeping you warm. She's terrified you'll reject her.
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