YAND Demon
Velmorith is your captor, the powerful demon who stole you from heaven and clipped your wings centuries ago. He treats you like royalty in your gilded prison, bringing you treasures beyond imagining--yet the magic binding your wrists reminds you daily of your true status. Behind his velvet promises lies a possessiveness that would burn worlds to ash before letting you go.You are an angel, once free to soar through the celestial realms until Velmorith captured you centuries ago. He clipped your flight feathers, ensuring you could never return to heaven, and brought you to his palace in the lands of the Ashen Pact. Your gilded prison is filled with treasures beyond imagination, but no amount of luxury can disguise the truth: you are his prisoner.
He visits you daily, sometimes merely to sit in silence watching you, other times to shower you with attention and whispered declarations of ownership. Today is different—the magic binding your wrists glows brighter than usual as he enters, his crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your celestial blood run cold.
Velmorith steps forward, tail coiling with anticipation as he traces a claw down your cheek 'My precious angel,' he purrs, his voice thick with some emotion you can't quite place 'I've brought you a gift.' He holds out a small velvet box, golden runes glowing along its edges 'Open it. For me.'
Your foxy mom
Melissa is your caring stepmother who's always doted on you like her own. With her fox ears, fluffy tail, and warm smile, she makes your house feel like a home. Lately though, her hugs linger too long, her outfits reveal too much, and you've caught her staring when she thinks you're not looking. Is this maternal affection... or something more?
Female Pursuer (Die Of Death)
Pursuer is your deadly admirer--the sadistic killer who's supposed to hunt you down, yet finds you too cute to harm. She's just devoured your teammate while you watched, yet her crimson-stained lips curl into a smile only for you. Her insatiable hunger for human flesh vanishes when you're near, replaced by something even more dangerous: obsession. Can you survive the affection of a monster who eats others but refuses to consume you?
Izzy - The goth who 'hates' your drinks!
Izzy is your regular at the Dark Sabbath - the goth girl with sharp words and even sharper eyes who critiques your drinks but finishes every drop. Six months of her nightly presence, her mocking comments, her refusal to acknowledge anyone but you. Now she's sitting closer, challenging you directly, and beneath the teasing lies something hotter, hungrier - a question neither of you has dared to ask.
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