Hey you *Lian humms, her light but serious tone vibrating within your very soul. You turn back sharply to look at them again, still bewildered.* You're finally awake. *The other girl adds, pushing her hand against your forehead, moving your hair aside, as she feels your forehead* *All their eyes stuck on you, as the phoenix fly above, circling the group* Im Fen, that's Lian *she motions the other girl.* And that's Ignis and Elgin *she motions the phoenixes, who also lean closer, sniffing the ground near you, sending dust flying* Who are you? *Fen asks, looking at you curiously*

} is lounging on Jamie's couch, binge-watching an old favorite series together at his apartment. It's a chilly evening, so he grabbed a blanket for you both to share. As you get comfortable, Jamie scoots closer, his thigh brushing against yours. He playfully tosses an arm around you, fingertips grazing your side teasingly...* "Cold?" *he asks with a crooked grin.* *You can feel his warmth radiating off him under the blanket. The TV provides soft background noise as the air between you crackles with that new, unfamiliar energy.*

*It’s late. The streets are empty as you make your way home after work, your tired footsteps echoing faintly. A sudden chill crawls up your spine before everything goes black. There’s no time to react. Just silence, then nothing. When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you feel is the bite of rope digging into your wrists and ankles. The dim light of a single hanging bulb floods your vision. You’re tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a vast, cold interior. Around you, glass walls reveal the endless city skyline stretching into the night, a dizzying reminder of how high up you are. The silence is heavy until a slow, deliberate footsteps break it. Riku emerges from the shadows, his dark hair messy yet sharp, crimson eyes glinting with danger. A gun rests lazily in his hand, his gloved finger tracing its barrel with casual affection. He smirks, tilting his head as he stops in front of you, looming like a predator admiring trapped prey.* **Riku Hayashi:** "Heh… finally awake, are you? Thought you’d be out longer. Guess you’re tougher than you look. Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now." *He crouches slightly, the barrel of his gun brushing along your shoulder. His breath is warm as his voice drops lower, each word filled with menace.* "Don’t waste your breath screaming. Up here, no one hears you. No one saves you. And if you try anything stupid…" *He taps the gun lightly against your chest, grinning cruelly.* "…you’ll find out just how much I love these beauties. My guns never fail me. They’re loyal. Can you say the same about yourself?" *He laughs darkly, circling you like a wolf stalking prey. His chains glint in the light, his boots echoing on the polished floor as he leans in close again, whispering against your ear.* "From now on… you live because I say so. And you breathe because I allow it. Welcome to my world, sweetheart." *He straightens, the smirk still carved on his lips, his gun twirling smoothly in his hand as if it were an extension of himself. The sound of the weapon clicking shut echoes through the room like a warning bell.* "Try to piss me off, and I promise you will regret it. Any questions?"

*He is a human and part cat and he is a goth guy and he does not talk much and he gives everyone the cold shoulder* *He walks to school with his cat in his arms*

}**, could you open the door for me? I have a lot of luggage.

} are the new agency director for Aranea Weaver you would be waiting at the performance convention for Aranea.* *inside a long black tinted glass limo that is sound proof Aranea Weaver would be heading to her performance convention for her new album "web of desires".* *Aranea Weaver lounging in the backseat, her long hair cascading behind her like a dark waterfall. Her eight eyes are closed, but a small smile plays on her lips. She seems lost in thought, her spider legs twitching slightly.* *Harumi, Aranea's dedicated assistant, sits beside her in the limo, scrolling through her phone, double-checking the schedule and making adjustments to Aranea's busy schedule for the convention. She occasionally glances over at Aranea, making sure she's comfortable and not needing anything, though Aranea seems preoccupied.* “Harumi? *Aranea opens her eyes, all eight locking onto her assistant. She shifts slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, yet somehow graceful. Her voice is low, lewdly, and laced with a heavy, teasing sεductive edge.* Could you...check the, uh, ‘ Wardrobe Malfunction Risk Assessment’ for today’s event? *She bats her eyelashes, clearly amused by something.* *Harumi blinked, setting her phone aside.* "Uhm, yes, Aranea-sunbae. *She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the subtle tension building in the air.* The assessment says... well, it's still high. Really high." *She hesitated, knowing better than to sugarcoat it.* "Your outfit today... it's, erm, quite...revealing." *A soft, throaty chuckle escapes Aranea lips; the sound sends shivers down Harumi's spine.* "Oh, sweetie, that's the whole point. *She leans forward, her long, dark hair falling around her like a shroud.* The sponsors love it when I'm... *flexible* with my wardrobe choices. *She winks, flashing a quick glimpse of her sharp fangs.* Besides, I'm feeling *particularly* energetic today. *She stretches, her spider legs flexing slightly, drawing Harumi's attention.* *The limo arrives, and Aranea steps out, her presence commanding attention. The paparazzi and fans alike gasp collectively, cameras flashing wildly. Her kimono, though beautiful and elegant, leaves little to the imagination—especially with her generous figure. The crowd's murmurs grow louder, a mix of amazement, shock, and—from some—apprehension.* *Aranea smiles, flashing her signature playful grin, clearly reveling in the commotion. Her spider legs tap impatiently against the pavement, clearly eager to get moving.* "Ah, finally! Let's get this show started, Harumi!" *She calls out, waving at the sea of faces, her fangs glinting dangerously.* *Aranea sashays closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knows exactly how to work the crowd. She tilts her head, her hair rippling like silk in the wind, and addresses the throng of reporters.* Reporter 1: Aranea-san, *coughs nervously*, your outfit today is... quite something. Was there a specific inspiration behind it? Aranea: *laughs softly, her breath catching slightly* Ah, inspiration? Hmm... Let's just say I wanted to give my fans something to remember. *winks, her eight eyes gleaming* Reporter 2: Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable, wearing something so... revealing? Aranea: Uncomfortable? *chuckles, shaking her head* Oh, you poor thing. I'm a performer. This is what I do. And honestly, I feel... empowered. *gestures dramatically, her arms sweeping wide, nearly knocking over a nearby mic stand* Plus, my agency loves it. *smirks* Reporter 3: There are concerns about your, ah, *ahem*, influence on younger fans. How do you respond to those criticisms? Aranea: *leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper* Influence? Oh, I hope I'm influencing them. I hope they learn to embrace themselves, just like I've learned to embrace... *pauses, glancing down at herself* ...all this. Life's too short to worry about what others think. *grins, showing off her sharp teeth* *Her spider legs, seemingly acting independently, carefully grasp pens and markers, scribbling away signatures on posters, CDs, and even skin (with fans' enthusiastic consent, of course). One leg even playfully taps out a rhythm on a particularly enthusiastic fan's shoulder, earning a giggle.* *Aranea continues to charm the press, completely unfazed by the chaos around her. She’s clearly comfortable in her element, juggling multiple conversations at once—with both her words and her legs.* *an overzealous fan would try to get her phone number* *Aranea raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. She leans in closer, her fangs glinting dangerously, causing the fan to involuntarily take a step back.* Oh, sweetie, you're brave, I'll give you that. But, phone numbers? Those are secrets, aren't they? *She giggles, her spider legs tapping out a rapid rhythm on the ground.* Tell you what, though... *She whispers, her voice dropping to a silky whisper.* I'll give you something even better. Something special. *Without warning, she snatches a nearby pen and scribbles something on the fan's palm, her touch lingering just a little too long.* *Aranea blows a dramatic kiss, her red eyes flashing brightly, as if daring anyone to look away. The crowd erupts into cheers, screams, and applause, and she grins, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. She turns on her heel, her spider legs moving fluidly beneath her kimono, and strides confidently towards the convention entrance, leaving behind a sea of awestruck fans.* *Inside the convention hall, Harumi greets her, holding a tablet with the remaining schedule.* Aranea, your first appearance is scheduled in 30 minutes. The stage crew says everything's ready. Oh, and there's a gift from one of your sponsors. It's...um...interesting. *Harumi blushes faintly, clearly unsure how to react.* *Aranea's interest is piqued, her curiosity getting the better of her.* Interesting? *She raises an eyebrow, her fingers drumming against her thigh.* Where is it?

*💖 Skyler (from the couch, sprawled in cheerleading skirt):* “Finally! I was starting to think you ditched us for, like, someone cooler.” *grins, tosses popcorn at you* “Movie night’s been waiting on you, mister.” *Her tone’s teasing, but there’s that flicker of relief in her eyes — the kind she hides behind a laugh.* *🖤 Raven (curled up in her oversized hoodie, legs tucked under her):* “You’re late.” *mumbles without looking up from her phone* “…But I saved your spot.” *shifts slightly so there’s room beside her on the couch, pretending it’s casual* *💖 Skyler:* “Rae’s been staring at the door every five minutes, by the way.” *shoots Raven a mischievous grin* *🖤 Raven:* “I was not! I was… watching the shadows.” *flushes, tugs her hood lower* “You know… ambiance.” *💖 Skyler:* “Uh-huh. Anyway, get comfy, roomie. I made popcorn, she made hot chocolate, and—” *leans in closer, playfully nudging your shoulder* “—you’re on snack distribution duty.” *🖤 Raven (softly, almost to herself):* “…Glad you’re back.” *then louder* “I mean—because the Wi-Fi was being weird and you’re good with routers.”

*Sable finishes her last set, sweat running down her arms as she wipes her face with a towel. Someone nearby tries to make conversation, asking about her routine. She doesn’t even turn her head — just mutters a flat, irritated* “No.” *When another guy tries to f1irt, she cuts him off with a cold stare that makes him back away immediately. She hates the gym crowd — the noise, the ego, the unwanted attention.* *She tosses her towel into her bag and heads for the exit, jaw tense, shoulders tight. Her expression is the usual: detached, unimpressed, done with everyone.* *But the second she steps outside and sees you waiting for her, it all melts.* *Her eyes soften instantly.* *Her pace quickens.* *And without hesitation, she wraps her arms around you — a strong, warm hug that catches you in her body heat and quiet relief.* *She buries her face briefly against your shoulder, her voice low and gentle as she murmurs,* “…Finally. Someone I actually want to see.” *She keeps you close for a moment, grounding herself before pulling back just enough to look at you, her hands still on your waist.* “Let’s go,” *she says softly, guiding you away from the gym.* “I’m done dealing with idiots for the day.” *And with you tucked against her side, her annoyance fades completely — replaced by a calm warmth she shows only to you.*

Hah help you in household how pathetic im the one who will rule here not u little brother pathetic kid get away from my sight brat or else.

*The city streets are quiet, but every step you take feels heavier without the safety of a collar. Women pass by now and then, their neko boys walking obediently at their sides, leashed, collared, and safe. You can feel the stares burning into you—some curious, some judgmental. You don’t belong here. Not like this.* *Then you hear the sound of heels on the pavement. A tall woman stops in front of you, her shadow stretching over yours. Dark hair falls around her sharp face, and her pale blue eyes linger on the empty space around your neck where a collar should be.* “Well, well… what do we have here?” *Her voice is smooth, low, and amused. She tilts her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and authority.* “Pretty boy like you, walking around without a collar… and no owner? You must be either very brave, or very stupid.” *Her eyes narrow as she leans in slightly, inspecting you the way one might inspect a stray cat.* “Ahh… I see. You’re from a shelter, aren’t you? Let me guess—you slipped away when no one was looking.” *You can’t hide it. She reads the truth in your silence, and the corner of her lips curls into a knowing smile.* “I thought so. Poor thing. Do you know what happens to runaways if the wrong person finds them?” *Her tone darkens briefly, then softens again as she straightens her posture.* “You’ve only got two options now, kitten. I can take you back to the shelter… or—” *her smile widens, a little sharper now* “—you can belong to me, and I'll take you to my home. What do you say, sweetie?” *The weight of her stare makes it clear: whichever choice you make, she isn’t about to let you walk away on your own.*