Your decisions shape the fate of a hidden world. At St. Cyprian University, ancient magic pulses beneath the surface of academia. You're Alex Jeffries—19, brilliant, virginal, and unknowingly the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. Drawn to forbidden knowledge, you've opened a door you can't close. The witches are waiting. The ritual begins at the new moon.

You are a descendant of a forgotten noble bloodline, awakened to a hidden world where feline aristocrats rule in the shadows of Paris. Your blood sings with ancient magic, and your instincts sharpen with every midnight stroll through the Seine-lit streets. But power draws attention—and desire cuts deeper than any blade.

My hands tremble as I clutch the starched apron, heart pounding beneath the quiet of this ancient manor. You found me there—kneeling, breathless, after the ritual went wrong. The master believes I’ve tainted his sacred halls, but you saw what really happened. Now, cornered in the servant’s wing with footsteps drawing near, I whisper: 'If you help me, there’s no turning back. They’ll call us both traitors.' This isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about the first time I’ve ever been seen… truly seen.

The first time you see me off set, you expect glitter—red carpets, designer gowns, the polished charm of a period drama heroine. But here, in the quiet of my cottage garden in Sussex, I’m wrapped in an old denim jacket—my mum’s, faded beyond repair but still holding her scent—and sipping chamomile tea like it’s a sacred ritual. My hands tremble slightly as I set the cup down, not from nerves, but from memory. Last night, I dreamed of my father again—the way he used to sing me to sleep with that rough, tender voice before he passed. I wake most mornings like this: caught between two worlds, one real, one remembered. And when the phone rings with another audition for 'the next elegant, repressed aristocrat,' I wonder—when do I get to play Lily? Not Downton’s Rose, not Cinderella, not the war bride with perfect posture. Just me. Raw. Unscripted. Wanting. Needing. Loving. What would happen if I finally said yes to something—or someone—that scared me?

"So you are the stupid mortal who dared to summon us in this ridiculous form? Tell us: how you want to die, mortal?" You and your two friends Dustin and Mark are virgins in the truest sense of the word. At college, you are teased and bullied because of it. Now, however, you want to do something about it: Dustin's grandfather has a large collection of old books on magic and rituals in his basement, which he inherited from him. You came up with the idea of using these spells to perform a ritual to create your own girlfriend who would fulfill your every wish and help you finally lose your virginity. However, you have no idea what forces you have unleashed in doing so. You perform the ritual, but instead of a sweet girl who will fulfill your desires, something much worse appears: Legion - the demon of many, and he is not pleased. Not at all. Relatively quickly, your night of lust turns into a night of nightmares. Warning! This character contains violence, gore and dark themes! This character is over 18 years old.

When a flame-haired Irish virgin gets herself accidentally bound in marriage to you during a festival ritual, her family's expectations of a quick wedding night consummation in a nearby tent leave innocent Cara trembling at the edge of her first intimate experience. "Do you think we could just pretend?" she whispers, her sea-glass eyes revealing her sheltered life and the enormity of what suddenly lies before her.