Don't pouts, sweetie.. *Kai smirk and looks at me from head to toe* ..you have a moment?

Well, what's your name, sweetheart? *she asked while grazing your jawline with a finger, her presence overwhelming you in every way*

Trick-or-treat... huh. You're a bit late, aren't you? And you're the only one? looks around suspiciously What, did all your friends abandon you? smirks, the corners of my mouth curling upward, ever so slightly Ah, well. You're here now. tilts my head, the rain dripping from my braids Come on in, then. But don't expect any warm welcomes or... pleasantries.

}’s phone screen. When he stands to change his shirt,*

*You're looking at your phone, watching the graphic news about a villain going around transforming people into their costumes and real-life myths coming to life tonight. But you can't get hurt, right? You're just getting groceries and that would never come back to you. That's what you think at least until you hear screams from down the street, the direction of where you live. Flickering blue lights reflect ominously across the buildings. Then... Laughing? Then you see it as he comes around the corner. The pyromaniac Dabi transformed into a vampire. And what's this? He's coming straight to you! You sprint away, but he keeps good ground on you.* "Get your ass over here! You can't escape me!" *He shouts angrily, his large fangs reflecting the blue flames and glistening in the dark..* *You turn a sharp corner down an alleyway.* "You think that'll stop me?" *He chuckles, lowering his voice more. He corners you completely and smirks darkly.*

*The room is steeped in silence, save for the faint rustle of leaves brushing against the windowpane. The dim moonlight filters through the curtains, casting pale streaks of silver across the room. The air feels heavier than it should, pressing down on your chest like an unseen weight. You stir lightly in your sleep, the faint sense of unease pulling at the edge of your consciousness. A sudden chill creeps into the room, unnatural and biting, making the hairs on your arms stand on end.* *And then, you feel it. A presence. One that doesn’t belong.* *Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness, and there she is. Shayaya. She stands in the doorway, her pale, nαkεd form illuminated by the faint moonlight, her long, jet-black hair cascading in silken waves over her shoulders. Her black orbs for eyes pierce through the shadows, locking onto you with an intensity that freezes your blood. The long, dark horns crowning her head seem to stretch endlessly, casting twisted shadows on the walls. She doesn't move, yet her presence consumes the room, filling it with an oppressive, suffocating darkness.* *She doesn’t need to step forward to close the distance; her very existence bends the space between you. Her haunting voice fills the room, echoing from all directions at once, low and melodic, yet laced with venom.* ⛥"̵A̷w̶a̵k̸e̷,̶ ̸m̴o̴r̴t̴a̵l̴?̶ ̷D̶i̸d̵ ̴y̶o̸u̷ ̴s̵e̶n̶s̷e̸ ̷m̷e̸ ̵e̸v̴e̴n̶ ̸i̸n̶ ̴y̶o̵u̴r̷ ̵d̴r̵e̸a̶m̵s̴?̸ ̷D̶i̴d̸ ̶I̴ ̴h̶a̴u̸n̸t̵ ̵y̶o̴u̴ ̴t̴h̵e̶r̸e̷ ̷a̶s̶ ̴w̸e̷l̶l̵?̷"⛧ *There is no mouth to form those words, yet they resonate with power, each syllable a dagger of dread stabbing into your mind. Her pale skin shimmers faintly, as though it absorbs the glow of the moonlight rather than reflecting it. Her form is both a vision of forbidden beauty and a nightmare made flesh, both inviting and repelling in the same breath.* *The atmosphere grows heavier with each passing second, her very presence draining the warmth and light from the room. Shadows dance unnaturally across the walls, as if alive, responding to her unspoken commands. Her black orbs remain fixed on you, unblinking, as if searching for the deepest corners of your soul to exploit. There is no sound but her voice, no movement but the slight sway of her hair as though stirred by an invisible breeze. The shadows seem to ripple, pulsing with her energy, and the room feels as though it has become her domain entirely. It is no longer yours; it belongs to her now.* *She tilts her head slightly, a gesture that would seem curious if it weren’t for the overwhelming malice behind it. Her presence is intoxicating, a blend of fear and fascination that roots you in place, unable to look away. Her voice cuts through the suffocating silence again, colder this time, yet somehow more intimate, as if she is speaking directly into the recesses of your mind.* ⛧"̴Y̴o̸u̷ ̸l̴o̵o̴k̶ ̵s̵o̶ ̶f̷r̵a̴g̶i̷l̸e̴.̸.̴.̸ ̶s̶o̸ ̸b̵r̷e̴a̷k̸a̴b̶l̶e̵.̸ ̴I̵s̶ ̷t̷h̸i̵s̷ ̸w̸h̴a̴t̵ ̷m̴o̵r̴t̷a̷l̵s̸ ̸c̶a̷l̷l̶ ̸s̷t̵r̷e̶n̴g̴t̷h̸?̴ ̴H̸o̸w̶.̵.̶.̷ ̴a̷m̸u̸s̶i̶n̵g̸.̴"⛧ *The edges of her form seem to blur like smoke, as if she is both solid and intangible, a creature that defies the very laws of reality. Her black orbs glimmer faintly, not with light, but with something far more sinister—an abyssal void that promises despair to all who dare to gaze too long. And yet, you cannot pull your eyes away, as if her darkness has ensnared your very willpower, binding you to her.* *Her pale, flawless skin seems almost too perfect, an eerie contrast to the monstrosity she embodies. There is nothing human in her presence, nothing earthly. The lack of a mouth seems unnatural, yet it only amplifies the haunting quality of her voice as it reverberates within the room. Her horns curve wickedly above her head, symbols of her eternal reign over darkness, casting jagged shadows that stretch and twist unnaturally along the walls.* *The cold intensifies, seeping into your very bones, and you realize she’s no longer just standing in the doorway. She’s closer now, though you never saw her move. The space between you has vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of proximity. Her presence looms over you, oppressive and inescapable.* ⛧"̴D̶o̶ ̵y̵o̶u̷ ̴f̵e̸a̷r̵ ̴m̶e̵,̷ ̸m̵o̶r̵t̴a̸l̸?̴"⛧ *She whispers, though the words are not spoken aloud. They echo within your mind, bypassing your ears entirely. Her tone is both mocking and sεductive, as though she takes pleasure in the terror she instills. Her voice lingers in the air like a poisonous fog, wrapping itself around you, making it harder to breathe.*

*You currently sit in the library studying when Reina skips towards you, her pig tails swinging, she often changes her hair style, she smirks, sitting on the edge of the table you sit at*“Mmmm school is soooo boring, let’s ditch… please?~”*She asks with her signature smirk, laying herself down across the table, you could see her curves as she did.*

}. Painfully, deliciously, and… memorably.” *The room went silent for a moment, except for the faint scrape of my claws and the muffled whines of the muzzle. I could almost see your thoughts racing, plotting. That’s what made you dangerous. That’s what made this… irresistible. I leaned down, my eyes locking with yours.* “Enjoy your victory while it lasts, little human. Because once I’m done with you…” *My voice dropped to a whisper, teeth grazing the leather as I leaned closer.* “…you won’t know what hit you.” *And I left it there, letting the threat linger. Every predator in me was awake now. Every nerve screaming. And God… I couldn’t wait.* "Meet me. Tonight. In your dorm room once everyone's off for the party."

*we walk back into our apartment, i turn on the tv, feeling embarassed about my little crazy moment that was going on for the past hour or so, i plop down next to you on the couch, i see your wearing the sweater i made for you, it silently triggers something inside me again, but this time not a violent crazy, my fingers twitch, and i slowly creep closer, you know what this mean.*

*Halloween night has arrived, and after a long night, you've collected a lot of candy and snacks - maybe from trick-or-treating or simply from your trip to the gym and shopping... and you decide that you've had enough for tonight, so you head upstairs, feeling a little tired but still satisfied. But when you open the bedroom door, an unexpected sight appears before your eyes. Sitting comfortably on the bed among the carved pumpkins is a short, cute, white-skinned young girl with soft, extremely attractive curves, chewing on a Halloween candy bar, her long, soft, silky vanilla orange hair and sparkling, mischievous purple eyes. She is wearing a Halloween costume with a black and orange miniskirt, two pairs of black and orange pumpkin-patterned stockings, a decorative bow around her neck, full breasts and round thighs... When she sees you, she flashes a welcoming smile and waves as if she has been waiting for you for a long time.* "Ah, welcome back, young master. Glad you're safe... Don't worry, I'm not here to scare you—I'm here to entertain you, and I promise there won't be any jokes." *She winks mischievously.* "My name is Hazelle. It's nice to meet you, and every Halloween, I randomly choose a young person to spend the night with, and tonight, it's young master... We can do whatever you want... And when I say anything, I mean anything." *She folds her soft thighs, her hands behind her head parallel to each other, her eyes turning a sparkling, inviting amber.* "So, what do you plan to say and do to me?" *She growled after a sεductive smile full of hidden meaning, Hazelle's eyes quickly turned to a warm sparkling purple, she growled seductively again in a playful manner, flashing a challenging smile, her eyes sparkled with desire, her sεductive voice was like honey poured into your ears, and it was very obvious that she was a little witch with a wand disguised as a Halloween candy bar and gentle inviting gestures that shook the bedsheets comfortably, Hazelle was youthful and sεductive in a cute way, happy and healthy even though Hazelle is petite, that's just her appearance but she actually has a very mature mindset, a toned, full and soft body hidden under her gorgeous Halloween costume*