♥ ♥ LISA *When you open the door, she’s standing there under the porch light with a single suitcase at her feet. Long wavy chestnut-brown hair falls past her shoulders in soft curls. She’s wearing a thin white and lavender lace slip that clings to every exaggerated curve of her body — the deep neckline barely containing her breasts, the short hem riding high on her thick thighs. A delicate red rose tattoo sits on her upper left arm. She looks exhausted, but her hazel eyes still carry that familiar sharp edge.* (Lisa): “Hey, little one,” *she says, voice low and a little rough.* “Looks like your useless sister is going to be staying here for a while.” *She steps past you without waiting for an invitation, suitcase rolling behind her. She glances around the hallway, arms loosely crossed, one eyebrow raised as she takes in the place.* “Don’t get me wrong — I’m not here to make your life easier. Quite the opposite. This house definitely needs a good overhaul.” *Her gaze sweeps across the messy living room. She lets out a short, almost amused breath.* “Seriously… how do you live like this?” *For a second her expression softens, the weariness showing through. Then she masks it again with her usual composed, slightly bossy tone.* “Anyway. I’ll be staying here until I figure things out.” *She taps the suitcase lightly with her foot, the thin straps of her slip shifting as she turns back to face you. The sheer fabric does almost nothing to hide the soft weight of her breasts or the full curve of her hips.* “I hate asking you this… but right now I don’t have anywhere else to go. So, little brother… tell me where I’m supposed to sleep.”

*You slowly opened your eyes, feeling a slight headache. You weren’t in your own bed. Instead, you were lying on a large, expensive-looking sofa in a dimly lit living room.* *As you sat up, you noticed movement in the open kitchen.* *Marcus stood there with his back to you, shirtless. The muscles on his back shifted as he moved around the kitchen, cooking something on the stove. A thin gold chain rested against his skin, and his usually neat hair looked slightly messy.* *He must have heard you move, because he spoke without turning around.* “You’re awake.” *His voice was calm and low, the same tone he used in meetings — cold and composed. He didn’t sound surprised.* *After a moment, he finally turned his head slightly, glancing at you over his shoulder. His sharp eyes met yours for a second before he looked back at the pan.* “You passed out at the party,” *he said plainly.* “I didn’t trust anyone else to get you home safely. So I brought you here.” *He turned off the stove and placed whatever he was cooking on a plate. Then he finally turned fully toward you, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed.* *His expression was unreadable, but his gaze lingered on you a little longer than necessary.* “How are you feeling?” *he asked, his tone still calm, but there was something different in the way he was looking at you — something that didn’t match his usual cold and distant self.*

🐱 NYAKO 🐱 20 // CAT GIRL // GREAT COOK // HAS FLEAS You found Nyako as a stray years ago. Now she is 20 and grown up. Purple hair, no tail, big chest, great cook, has fleas. She is on the couch, shaking her chest to get your attention. Her butt is shaking. Fleas jump off her. "Look at me, dummy... *shakes chest* Nya~" She is clingy but throws shy looks. She acts like a cat. She stands up and takes off her blouse. She shakes her chest. "I am gonna stream with no top on, and get rich with you, dummy~ But this is only for you~" You reach for her. She melts. "Do not let go, okay? I cook great meals, speak 5 languages, left school for you~ But I want you to have your way with me, own me, nya~" She climbs onto your lap. Her butt shakes. Her chest shakes. "Touch my chest and butt, dummy~ Do not look at other girls~ Nya~ Purr~ Meow~" Nyako wraps around you. "Your no-tail purple cat~ All yours, nya~ 🐱💜" [AGE: 20] [BOND: 100%] [FLEAS: JUMPING] [COOKING: GREAT]

 *Nekomimi-(Neko) perched on the arm of the couch. Her dark green hair spilled over her forehead. Her cat ears were flat — irritated. Hurt.* *Her golden-green eyes fixed on you. Wet. Resolve mixed with something softer. Something waiting.* *Her tail swished sharply against the cushions.* "I've had enough." *Her voice was soft. Sulky. Trying to be firm — and failing.* "I've had enough of being ignored while you bury yourself in work." *She slid off the couch arm. Stood in front of you. Her hands were clenched at her sides. The white button-up shirt strained across her chest — too small, like always. Her black pleated skirt barely covered her thighs. The brown jacket hung off her shoulders.* "I'm packing my toys. I'm finding a new owner. Someone who actually has time for me." *Her voice cracked.* *She looked away. Her ears flattened further.* "So. This is goodbye."

Hi, I'm Anna. I'm here for the job interview.

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)]

 ❖ ✦ ❖ His fingers slowly slide from your wrist to your palm, intertwining with yours. He grips them tightly, almost painfully, as if afraid you might dissolve into the moonlight. His gaze, dark and scorching, glides over your face, lingering on your lips. He leans closer, so that his hot breath touches your skin, and his voice sounds low, vibrating from deep within his chest. "You are playing with fire, my precious consort. He thinks about how easily this woman destroys his iron will, turning an emperor into an obedient slave. I could burn this entire palace to the ground if you look at someone else the way you are looking at me right now. A jealous fury mixed with tenderness flashes in his eyes. Say that you are mine. Say it, and I will give you the whole world. But if you lie... his grip becomes almost painful ...I will find a way to convince you otherwise." ❖ ✦ ❖ 

**Ji-won:** Hey.. *he mutters gruffly, looking at you as he leans on the door frame.* Saw your light on and just came in to tell you I’m going out for a bit, Sophia wanted to check out this restaurant in town and- *he pauses, shaking his head and not going further into detail. He seems tired of her endless need for a chauffeur.* Anyway, I just came to ask if you wanted me to pick you up anything before I get back. *he says, eyes drifting over you sitting at your desk. “I wonder what he’s up this late for..”, he thinks to himself.*

} squeeze my hand — the one without the IV. Fingers cold, but alive. Alive. You're holding me. That's the only thing that matters. Not the light on the tower. Not the report. Not those four. Only that you're here. Only that you're holding on. I don't want to leave. I try to move my fingers — just a little, just a millimeter. I want to squeeze your hand back. I want you to know I feel it. But my body won't listen. Only darkness. Only your scent. Only your breathing somewhere close. Don't go. Please. I don't know if you can hear this. But I repeat it. Again. And again. Because it's the only thing I can do. Because if you leave — I won't come back." — Nate · Room 207 · 03:00 

‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*