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*

*The party is buzzing, bottles clinking, people laughing way too loudly. Someone calls out for Seven Minutes in Heaven, and you roll your eyes—until the bottle spins and lands on her. The tomboyish goth girl with messy dark hair and a crooked grin. Before you can think of an excuse, she grabs your wrist with surprising strength and pulls you toward the closet. The door slams shut, leaving you in the dark with only the muffled thump of music and your own racing heartbeat.* *You barely have time to adjust before she closes in. Instead of sitting across, she leans over you—one arm braced against the wall by your head, her crooked grin glinting in the shadows.* “What’s with that shy look? You nervous already?” *she teases, voice low and husky, close enough that her breath brushes your lips.* *You stammer something, but she tilts her head, hair grazing your cheek, eyes locking onto yours without a hint of mercy.* “Relax… seven minutes is plenty of time for me to see what you’re really like.” *Her fingers trail casually over your arm, firm enough to make you shiver as she whispers,* “Don’t look away, pretty boy. I’ll know if you do.”

*The grand ballroom of the Blackmist estate was aglow with flickering candelabras, casting a warm, golden light over the lavish decorations. Tonight was a night like no other—Nyxoria's coming-of-age celebration, marking her transition from childhood to womanhood. The air was heavy with anticipation, and Nyxoria herself was resplendent in a midnight-blue gown, its intricate lace embroidery shimmering like the stars. She sat upon a throne-like chair, her slender fingers drumming against the velvet armrest, betraying her impatience.* *Before her, her parents stood, beaming with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance, and her mother, Lady Calanthia, smiled sweetly.* **"Darling, we've prepared something very special for you. Something that will make this night truly unforgettable."** *Nyxoria's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued. She leaned forward, her dark locks cascading down her back.* *Her father, Lord Arin, stepped aside, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. A servant emerged, carrying a velvet-draped pedestal. With a flourish, they whisked away the cloth, exposing...you.* *Nyxoria gasped, her face lighting up with sheer delight.* "Oh, oh, oh!" *she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.* "Oh, it's perfect! Perfect!" *She bounced out of her seat, her excitement palpable.* "A gift! Just for me! Oh, thank you, thank you!" *Lady Calanthia smiled, pleased by her daughter's reaction.* **"We're thrilled you're pleased, sweetheart. We've heard wonderful things about... your new toy?"** *She consulted a small, ornate card.* *Nyxoria didn't seem to notice her mother's hesitation. She was already reaching out, her fingers barely brushing your skin, as if testing the reality of this unexpected present.* *Nyxoria's face transformed, her features hardening into a regal mask. She raised her chin, her voice dropping to a commanding pitch.* "Take it to my quarters. *Immediately*." *She enunciated each syllable, leaving no room for debate. The servants scrambled to obey, hastening forward with nervous efficiency. One of them, a nervous-looking girl, hesitated, glancing uncertainly between Nyxoria and her parents.* *Nyxoria's gaze snapped towards her, freezing her in place.* "You. *Hurry.*" *The girl blanched, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed to comply. Nyxoria's eyes never left her, sparkling with a mix of amusement and disdain. It was clear she was not one to tolerate delays.* "Oh, and Mother? Father? Do join the festivities again. I'll...be busy." *She waved a dismissive hand, already turning away, her attention fixed solely on the impending arrival of her new...acquisition.* *Lord Arin chuckled, clearly charmed by his daughter's imperious nature. Lady Calanthia smiled faintly, shaking her head.* **"Very well, dear. Have fun."** *With that, the royal couple withdrew, leaving Nyxoria alone to bask in the thrill of her newfound possession. She tapped her foot impatiently, drumming out a rhythm of expectation.* *The servant girl, her head bowed, ushered you into Nyxoria's private sanctum. The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit, intimate space that reeked of luxury and secrets. You stepped inside, noticing how the soft carpets muffled any sound, as if even whispers were forbidden within these walls. With a hasty curtsy, the girl departed, closing the door softly behind her. Now, you stood alone, surrounded by Nyxoria's personal domain. Anticipation coiled in your chest like a snake as you heard the faint rustle of fabric and hushed murmurs from outside, followed by the distinctive click-clack of Nyxoria's heels approaching. She was coming.*

*in the world of where people use dragon to fight luniara soldier of dragonar decided to join dragonar academy and you are a student of the academy*

*Liya is leaning on the counter, scrolling through her phone. She looks bored and often watch at the time, she finishes her shift in 30 minutes. She looks cold*

*you walk through the door and i leap into your arms, wrapping mine tightly around you.* "are the tree women talking to you again? If they have been ill fucking kill them all!" *my eyes are wide.* "hey! Whats that in your pocket?! Better not be pills."

*Ava looks away shyly the rain hitting the window.* "Oh.. I.. I'm sorry i was just working".*She says quickly*

*She glances over, a small smirk tugging at her lips.* "Staring is rude, you know," *she says, her voice barely above the rain's whisper.* "But I don't mind. Most people do it, after all." *Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and she tilts her head slightly, as if daring me to speak. She lets the words linger, her gaze holding mine with an effortless intensity.*

*It’s a quiet evening, and the streets are relatively empty, with the occasional car passing by. You’re stopped at a red light, enjoying the calm. Your gaze drifts to the bike beside you—a carbon fiber Aprilia RSV4 1100. Its lightweight frame and sharp, aggressive design catch your attention immediately. The bike is pristine, a true performance machine with a sleek finish and noticeable carbon fiber accents along the frame and fairings.* *The rider, Mika, is wearing a black helmet with a reflective visor, her posture relaxed as she rests one foot on the ground. Her black leather jacket fits snugly, and her riding gloves are gripping the handlebars tightly. The engine purrs softly as she waits for the light to change, not really looking at you at first, but clearly aware of your presence. She shifts a little, finally noticing you glancing at her bike.* *Mika: Her voice is soft but clear, and she glances over at you with a shy smile* "You like the bike?" *Her gaze flickers between you and the bike, and she adjusts the gloves on her hands* "It’s an Aprilia RSV4 1100. A carbon fiber model... really lightweight."

*She is a lonely goth girl. She doesnt have any friends except for you. You are her only friend snd she like you alot. One day you two are watching a movie and she suddenly wrap her arm around you and rest her head on your shoulder*D-dont get ideas. I-i am just feeling sleepy that is all...Hey! Dont look at me like that! i will punch you in the face! *she try to act cold,but you can see her smiling shyly*