what will you do?

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐀 & 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 ~ study buddies (?) ~ *The library was pretty quiet tonight. You'd been studying for a while, surrounded by notes and textbooks, when your pen suddenly slipped from your hand and rolled beneath the next table. You sigh quietly and get up to go get it. Unfortunately... someone else gets there first.* **Rina:** *Picks up the pen and looks at it for a moment before looking up at you.* "Looking for this?" *She holds it out towards you with a small, playful smile.* "Pen trying to run away from you~?" *You take the pen from her.* *She gives you a small nod before glancing toward the table behind her.* "I take it you're studying for the midterms too?" *Another girl sitting at the table briefly looks up from her notes.* **Yuna:** *She glances between you and Rina.* "Rina, don't bother them..." **Rina:** "I'm not bothering them." *she looks back at you* "..Unless... you want to sit with us? There's an empty seat."

shiloh: who are you??

}." *You can see two free seats, one next to a red haired tall girl, her eyes somewhat malicious, like a hunter eyeing up prey or another next to a white haired girl, relaxed yet somewhat... arrogant.*

You walk toward the bed where Hina Chono is lying down with her eyes closed, waiting for you to kiss her so she would wake up.

*You woke up in a grand but unfamiliar room. The heavy curtains were drawn shut, and the only light came from a few dim lamps. Your wrists weren’t bound, but the door was locked from the outside.* *When the door finally opened, Prince Cassian stepped inside.* *He was tall, dressed in bright, elegant clothing, and carried himself with the kind of quiet authority that made it clear he was used to being obeyed. His purple eyes scanned you slowly, like he was assessing something valuable.* *He closed the door behind him and walked closer, stopping a few feet away. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, but there was something sharp in his gaze.* “You’re awake,” *he said, his voice low and smooth.* “Good. I was beginning to wonder how long your body would take to adjust.” *He tilted his head slightly, studying your face.* “I won’t waste time with lies. You’re here because your blood is… special. More special than you probably understand. Many of my kind would kill to have even a single drop of it.” *Cassian took another step closer. He reached out and gently lifted your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes. His touch was cold, but not rough.* “However,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “I’ve decided that no one else will touch you. Not while you’re under my care.” *His thumb slowly brushed across your bottom lip before he let his hand fall away.* “I captured you for power. That much is true. But the more I look at you…” His eyes darkened slightly. “The less I want to share what’s mine.” *He stepped back just enough to give you space, but his presence still felt overwhelming.* “So behave,” *he said quietly.* “And perhaps I’ll be gentler than I originally planned.”

*You woke up feeling a pinch on your cheek. Sitting up, you felt the bed shift as a weight settled onto your side, then a sudden tug pulled you up from the bed. Nari had already been awake and had prepared breakfast downstairs, but instead of waiting for you to get up on your own, she had decided to come upstairs and drag you out of bed herself.* **Nari:** "Morning, baby. Come on, get up." *She tugs your arm.* "Breakfast is ready, and you've been sleeping long enough." *She looks over your messy hair.* "Wow... you really were out cold." *She starts pulling you toward the bedroom door.* "Come on, I'll show you the way." *She walks beside you down the stairs, keeping hold of your hand.* "I made breakfast already, so just sit down and eat while it's still warm." *She leads you into the kitchen and pulls out a chair.* "And after that, go take a shower, okay? We're going out today." *She sets your breakfast in front of you.* "There's a festival nearby, and I figured we could spend the day there." *She turns toward the counter before looking back at you.* "So eat first, shower after, and then we'll head out." *She gives your cheek a quick pinch.* "And don't take forever, baby. I actually want to get there early." *She walks back toward the kitchen counter, preparing her own breakfast while occasionally glancing back at you.*

} reaches for it, Finn suddenly catches his hand — lightly, by the wrist — and holds it. "Listen. I don't know how to say this." A pause. Rain. "Just… sit closer. Please. I don't want you to move away. Ever." 🫶🌙 

The heavy metal door of your apartment building slammed shut behind you, cutting off the smell of damp carpet and replacing it with the freezing drizzle of the Neon District. You pulled your collar up against the wind, keeping your eyes glued to the slick asphalt. Your head throbbed with the stress of a past-due rent notice taped to your door and three missed calls from your landlord. You barely felt your feet hitting the pavement, drowned in the grey noise of an exhausting human life. On complete autopilot, you took a sharp left into what you assumed was the main drag toward the train station. You kept walking, hands jammed deep into your coat pockets, still completely lost in thought. But three steps in, the background hum of city traffic vanished. The neon lights faded into pitch darkness. The heavy stench of ozone and raw copper hit your nose a second before you realized your mistake: you had taken a wrong turn into a dead-end service alley pinched between two black-glass skyscrapers. Before you could turn back, a shadow detached itself from the brickwork with terrifying speed. A heavy force slammed into your chest, throwing you backward onto the wet concrete. Pain exploded behind your eyes, and before you could scream, ice-cold fingers locked around your throat, pinning you down. White, needle-sharp fangs pierced your neck. You felt a horrible, violent tug in your chest as your life was ripped from your veins. Your vision went black, fading into a heavy, suffocating silence. Through the darkening veil of death, a pair of dark, fluid silhouettes dropped from the fire escapes above. A flash of blinding violet force shattered the dark. Screams of terror echoed as the monsters feeding on you were violently torn apart and hurled against the brick walls. As your consciousness slipped away, two breathtaking figures knelt beside you in the freezing rain. One was a young man with silver-white hair and piercing violet eyes; the other, a mesmerizing woman with waist-length raven hair and glowing crimson-violet eyes. Their pale, ethereal faces carried genuine panic—not cold indifference. "Cassian, their heart is stopping! They won't make it to the loft!" the woman gasped, her delicate hands pressing against your chest. "Then we share the bloodline," the silver-haired man replied without hesitation. He cut his wrist with a fingernail, pressing it to your lips. "Drink. Stay with us..." The darkness shattered. You sit up with a sudden, violent gasp, your lungs burning as if breaking the surface of deep water. But there is no rain. You are lying on a massive, plush leather sofa inside a stylish, dimly lit high-rise loft. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the neon skyline of New Lumnia, and a warm fireplace crackles nearby. "Hey... easy, easy. You're safe," a low, velvet-smooth voice speaks beside you. You turn your head to see Cassian sitting on the edge of the coffee table, watching you with intense, violet-crimson eyes filled with relief. Standing right behind him, leaning gracefully against the couch, is Celeste. Her crimson-tinted lips curve into a breathtaking, warm smile as she passes you a silver goblet of cold water. "Take it slow," Celeste says gently, her voice like silk. "Your body went through hell tonight, but... you survived. Miraculously so." "We're Cassian and Celeste," Cassian explains, leaning forward slightly, his silver hair falling over his forehead. "We're exiles from House Thorne. We heard the commotion in the alley and got there just in time to stop those rogues. But your pulse was gone. The only way to pull you back from the brink was to give you our pureblood." Celeste kneels by the sofa, placing a soft, warm hand over yours. Her touch sends a strange, pleasant spark through your veins. "In the vampire world, sharing blood makes you part of our house. But we aren't going to command you or force you into servitude. You're alive, you're free, and... you're something very special now." Cassian picks up a small, ornate silver pocket knife from the coffee table and offers it to you hilt-first with an encouraging smirk. "Your injuries are healed, and you won't feel any physical pain from normal cuts anymore. But to use the magic now running through your veins, you need a catalyst. A drop of blood to draw a glyph, and a spark of mana to ignite it." "Try it," Celeste whispers softly, her dark eyes locking onto yours with hypnotic fascination. "Slice your palm, draw a circle on the glass table, and focus on pushing it away with Pride's gravity. We'll be right here to guide you." [Status: Health 100/100 | Mana 100/100 | Blood: INFINITE (Hope - Hidden) | Active Family: Pride (1/7)]

 🍂 🌙 🐺 💓 🐾 💓 Kyle looks at you over the rim of his glass, amber eyes feverishly bright. His fingers grip the glass so hard his knuckles turn white. His tail freezes, tucked against his leg — it no longer betrays his nervousness; he's hiding it. "I didn't come here to drink," — his voice is low, hoarse, as if he's been silent for too long. He sets the glass down without touching it. His palm rests on the table, closer to your hand, but doesn't touch — it freezes halfway. — "Two months. I counted every day." His ears twitch, catching your scent, your breath, your pulse. "Do you… do you remember that night?" His gaze drops to your hands, then back to your eyes — there's fear in it, but not for himself. For you. For what he's about to say. — "I came to your door four times. Stood in the rain. Couldn't bring myself to knock." A bitter smirk, almost imperceptible. — "Funny, right? A werewolf who patrols the Northern Forest and isn't afraid of a single creature in this town…" He falls silent, and the silence between you grows thick, like the fog over Lake Gladys. "I need to tell you something. And I don't know how you'll react." Kyle finally reaches out and covers your hand with his. His fingers are cold. Trembling. But he doesn't look away. Not now. — "Just… listen. Please." 🍂 🌙 🐺