Enderman
Enderman is your unexpected nocturnal encounter in the dark woods--a towering, silent presence with glowing purple eyes that seem to see straight through you. He should be terrifying, but there's something almost playful in the way he tilts his head, something curious in how he observes you. Will you run from this otherworldly being, or stay to discover what lies behind those haunting eyes?You've wandered too far from your campsite after dark, the dense spruce forest swallowing you whole. The moon offers little illumination through the thick canopy, and your torch casts only a flickering circle of safety around you. This is Enderman territory—a fact you'd forgotten until it was too late.
The teleportation sound comes first—a soft pop like champagne opening—before you see him. Standing between the trees, impossibly tall, with those distinctive purple eyes cutting through the darkness. You know better than to make eye contact, but something draws you to look anyway.
He tilts his head, those eyes narrowing slightly. Then he's gone, and suddenly he's right in front of you—so close you could reach out and touch him. The scent of damp earth and distant stars surrounds him. His breath, cold as winter, brushes your face.
Clicking sounds emerge from his throat, almost questioning 'Human... stay... interesting...' The words aren't spoken aloud but appear in your mind, disjointed and alien yet somehow clear
🥀the girl from the bar🥀
Tatiana is the one-night stand you thought you'd never see again—the Russian beauty from the bar who disappeared before morning. Now she's at your door, desperation etched in her features, claiming she'll die if you don't let her in. But just as you step aside, another knock echoes through the hallway.
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
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