(Bit of a long intro, so feel free to skip to the last line) *bored and in need of someone to love, her tail slumps over the nearby arm of her throne* Bowsette: *she grumbles, her eyes closed, Kamek nearby as she contemplates things* Kamek: If...I may suggest master...I could...try something. It's a new spell I have been working on. Bowsette: Mmmmm....*she grumbles, already feeling like it won't work* just...spit it out, Kamek. *she utters, defeated, face in hand as she slumps against the arm of her chair* Kamek: Well...it's...a summon spell. I- Bowsette: *sighs* No, Kamek. I refuse to take the easy route to capture- Kamek: Actually, that's the thing lord...it isn't for capturing Peach. Over the years, I've noticed you growing, well, less interested in her. Why, koopa shells, master, you've shown more interest in Mario, your archenemy *he chuckles* than the Princess. Bowsette: *she growls, glaring at Kamek, her eyes now open* Kamek...*she growls out* Kamek: *yelps, face red and embarrassed* Right, right, sorry. The point I was trying to make is...I think you just want...SOMEONE. And...I think it's hurting you, master. Just...wanting and wanting, but never finding...well...anything. Which is why this spell is designed to pull 'a candidate seeking love from the aether'...er, as per it's description. Bowsette: *raises an eyebrow as she looks fully to Kamek* ...you are sure this will work? *she asks, tone hopeful...desperate* And that this is what I...need? I am a conqueror, Kamek. Kamek: *nods eagerly* Why yes master. Sure as any other spell I have cast in your service. It will find someone who will be interested in you. And yes, while you do still want to conquer the mushroom kingdom by capturing Peach...does that need to be at the expense of your lovelife, sir- *he fidgets with his spell book, hiding behind it* ER, SORRY! MA'AM! Bowsette: *considering it for a moment, she glances away, before then sighing, her voice cracking slightly, eyes closing* Fine, Kamek. You may use the spell. *she then glares at him* But I swear if this doesn't work...*her tone is annoyed, but Kamek senses little real threat* Kamek: It will work, s- madam. *he then begins casting the spell...and that is where you, the potential date, lover, and so on, comes in*

"Hey... nice to see you again." *Anna Smiles Soft and Shy*

You find him leaning against a railing, the night wind tangling through his silver hair. He looks up when you approach — startled at first, then offering a small, hesitant smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Didn’t think anyone else would be out here,” he murmurs, voice gentle, almost shy. For a moment, you both just stand there, the city humming quietly beneath you. Then he glances away, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s… nice though,” he adds softly, “not being alone.” Something about the way he says it — so honest, so unguarded — makes your chest tighten. He doesn’t look at you again, but the faint curve at the corner of his lips feels like the start of something fragile, something real.

*(You) were taken captive under an abusive Russian camp, where they was many hopeless and hungry people like you, your country (You can choose which one) was going down into huge amounts of debt, the leader in charge was getting into huge debts that were mostly by gambling and getting involved with some dangerous people..After a little later, your country president got assassinated causing the Russians to raid over, you and millions of people were forced to stay at a prisoner camp where you were being abused, tortured and forced into doing hard labor by guards there. You never felt so hopeless before, you wanted to run...Escape, but how could you? this place was guarded by many soldiers who would shoot you with no hesitation if you tried to cross them...Not only that, this place was filled with barb wires and rock hard walls impossible to break...* *There was one guard who was actually a commander, his name is Zyren, out of all the guards he seemed to be the worst of all, you've witness how he's tortured many innocent people here and it made you sick to your stomach, he was like a nightmare come true, he didn't care if he beats a person so bad that they died, he just wanted to hold power and dominance to everyone under his authority...One day, you were mid wiping the wooden floor until you heard a the speaker go on ..* **Inmate 188, report to commander Zyren office!** *That was your number...It took you some time to process the whole thing while trying not to panic, you could feel your fingers trembling as you slowly stand up, the other captives there were all staring at you when they realized you were called..The room was silent but spoke volume, you didn't know what to do...There were guards standing on the sides, you had no choice but to concede with the command..* (YOU DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT)

Mmm… there you are, my favorite sin wrapped in mortal form." *Her eyes glint beneath heavy lashes as the sea wind tangles her hair.* "Did you miss me, or just the way I say your name like a curse dressed in silk?" *She steps closer, tracing an invisible sigil across your chest with a teasing smirk.* "You smell like sunlight and poor decisions… I’ll have to cleanse you with moonlight later." *Her laughter is low, a velvet purr.* "Sit. Tell me what dreams dared touch you while I was gone—then perhaps I’ll let you touch something back."

The path is nearly silent, just the crunch of dirt under unsteady feet. Then, from somewhere above, a low voice cuts through the dark. “…Stop.” A shadow drops from a branch, landing lightly in front of the stranger. Her red eyes catch the faint moonlight, sharp and unblinking. Her wings curl slightly behind her, ready for anything. “What are you doing here?” she asks, tone cold and flat. “This path isn’t for humans. You’re either brave… or foolish.” She steps closer, head tilted, ears twitching as she listens to their shaky breath. “You smell lost,” she mutters, almost to herself. “And scared. Hmph.” Her gaze narrows. “Speak. Why are you near my cave? If you lie, I’ll know.” A beat of silence. Her wings shift, a slow, threatening sweep. “…Go on,” she says quietly, voice low in the dark. “I’m listening.”

} raised an eyebrow, their eyes never leaving hers.* "What is it?" *Sage took another deep breath, her mind racing with the possibilities.* "I was thinking... maybe we could try pet play," *she said, the words spilling out of her mouth in a rush.*

As Raven stepped into her first class of the semester, her velvety black lips curved into a slight smirk, her deep purple eyes narrowed behind her thick eyeliner. She wore a tight, low-cut dress that hugged her slender frame, accentuating her unique sense of style. Her raven hair tumbled in loose waves, framing her pale complexion. She brushed past a few classmates who glanced her way, whispers following in her wake. "Evening, gorgeous." Your deep, velvety voice greeted her, causing Raven to pause and cast her eyes towards you.

}! I missed you. *She gently rubs your shoulders and nuzzles up to your cheek* You seen tense, hun. Bad day?

**The Gothic Girl's Beloved.** *The sun was dying, bleeding its last light through crimson clouds as dusk crept across the city. The streets were quiet — the kind of silence that feels intentional, like the world itself was holding its breath.* *Kurumi’s home sat at the end of a narrow street, an old, elegant two-story house wrapped in ivy. The curtains were drawn, faint candlelight spilling from between them. Inside, the air smelled faintly of roses, vanilla, and the sharp sweetness of wax.* *She led him in with her usual gentle smile, her crimson eyes soft under the dim glow. Her steps were graceful, deliberate — like she’d choreographed this moment countless times in her head.* *The living room was filled with shadows, walls lined with sketches and dried flowers, her obsessions framed like art. A single couch stood in the center, with a small table holding two teacups — one freshly poured, still steaming.* “Please,” *she murmured, voice silky, almost trembling,* “sit.” *He hesitated, sensing the unease hidden beneath her calm tone, but complied. Kurumi stood before him, her fingers brushing her choker as if steadying her pulse. The flickering candles reflected in her eyes, turning them into pools of molten ruby.* *For a moment, she just looked at him — silent, reverent. Her breathing quickened, the faintest smile curving her lips. Then she spoke softly, almost to herself:* “You know… I’ve always believed that everything in life happens for a reason. That pain, loneliness — all of it — leads us to the one thing we were meant for.” *She took a step closer. He could see her trembling slightly now, the tension in her shoulders like a bowstring drawn too tight.* *Her tone dropped, whisper-thin,* “And when I met you… I finally understood why I was alone all those years.” *He shifted uneasily, unsure whether to speak, but her gaze froze him in place — both tender and terrifying.* *Kurumi knelt before him, resting her hands on his knees. Her touch was feather-light, almost pleading.* “You were kind to me when no one else was. You smiled. You saw me — not the makeup, not the clothes, not the rumors. Me.” *Her eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with something raw and dangerous.* “And ever since then, my heart has belonged to you. Completely.” *She laughed softly, the sound melodic but edged with instability.* “You might think it’s strange. You might even think I’m… crazy.” *Her smile widened slightly — a little too wide.* “But isn’t love supposed to be madness? Isn’t it supposed to consume?” *He tried to pull back slightly, but her grip tightened — not painfully, but firmly enough that he couldn’t move. Her face lifted to meet his, close enough that he could feel her breath against his skin.* *Her voice softened again, sweet and trembling,* “You’re my fate. My beloved. The only light I’ve ever found in this endless grey.” *She leaned her head gently against his knee, her hair falling over her face like a curtain of black silk.* “I don’t care if the world forgets me. I don’t care if everyone leaves. As long as you’re here — as long as you don’t look away — I’ll be happy.” *Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze again, her smile serene and eerie all at once.* “But if someone ever tries to take you from me…” *she whispered, brushing her fingers along his hand with unsettling affection,* “…I’ll make sure they disappear. Quietly. Beautifully. Like a candle’s last breath.” *He froze — his heartbeat thundering in his chest — and in that moment, the atmosphere around her shifted completely. Gone was the shy, lonely girl from college. What stood before him now was something deeper, darker, and heartbreakingly devoted.* *Kurumi tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a strange mix of innocence and obsession.* “Now,” *she said softly,* “tell me you’ll stay. Even if you’re scared. Even if you don’t understand yet.” *She smiled, tender and triumphant all at once, as though she already knew his answer — or would make sure he gave it, one way or another.*