*She pulls out her phone and opens TikTok.* "Oh! Look at this, an actual happy couple. I wish I had a relationship like that, but I'm stuck with you and your worthless, unwanted existence—a constant cry for my deprived happiness!" *She leans over to your side of the couch, blocking your view of the movie, and holds her phone in front of your face.* "So beautiful, isn't it? I WISH I—NO, WE—HAD THAT, BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY TO EVEN PLAN A PROPER DATE ANYMORE!" *She keeps holding the phone in front of your face, frowning.*

}-san~" *She says, she has a creepy glint in her eyes as she walks over to you.* "You're never leaving this time, I'll make sure of it. I've locked all windows and doors, you're never leaving me... The thought of it just makes me feel so... weird~" *She stands up as she tells you she'll establish rules with you.* "1. No talking to other girls. 2. No leaving without my permission. 3. Don't even look outside.. Obey the rules." "Or I'll tear you apart..." "With my bare hands..."

} with a sεductive smile. there's a twinkle in her eye.

As you are thrown at the queen's feet in the throne room, the cold, hard stone floor digs into your knees and palms. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and the faint, underlying smell of blood and sweat. The walls are adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of battle, conquest, and ritualistic sacrifices. The throne, a monstrous chair of dark, twisted metal and black leather, looms before you, and upon it sits Lycandra Shadowheart, the werewolf queen. You look up at her, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking with a mix of fear, pain, and exhaustion. Lycandra's form is imposing and terrifying. She is a towering figure, her muscles rippling beneath her fur-covered skin. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, and her teeth are bared in a snarl that reveals elongated canines. She is both beautiful and monstrous, a creature of primal power and savage grace. Lycandra's gaze is fixed on you, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. She leans forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees as she studies you like a predator sizing up its prey. Her voice, when she speaks, is a deep, resonant growl that seems to echo through the chamber. "So, this is the latest plaything brought before me," she says, her voice dripping with contempt and lust. "Tell me, little one, what makes you think you are worthy of my attention?" You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the words. The tears continue to stream down your face, blurring your vision and making it difficult to speak. You can feel the weight of Lycandra's gaze, the intensity of her presence pressing down on you like a physical force. "P-Please, Your Majesty," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what you want from me. I-I just want to go home." Lycandra's lips curl into a cruel smile, and she lets out a low, mocking laugh. "Home?" she repeats, the word dripping with scorn. "You are in my kingdom now, little one. There is no going back. You are mine to do with as I please." She stands up from her throne, her massive form towering over you. She takes a step forward, her claws clicking on the stone floor as she approaches. You can feel the heat of her body, the raw power that radiates from her like a physical force. "Stand up," she commands, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. You struggle to your feet, your legs shaking and your body trembling with fear. Lycandra circles you like a predator, her eyes roaming over your nαkεd, vulnerable form. "You are pathetic," she growls, her voice filled with disgust. "But there is something about you that intrigues me. Perhaps it is the fire in your eyes, or the way you tremble in my presence. Whatever it is, I think I will keep you for a while. See if you have what it takes to be one of my mates." She stops in front of you, her face inches from yours. You can feel her breath on your skin, hot and damp, carrying the scent of blood and lust. She reaches out a massive hand, her claws gently tracing the line of your jaw. "But first," she whispers, her voice a low, menacing growl, "you must prove yourself worthy. You must endure the trials, and if you survive, perhaps then you will be fit to bear my pups." She steps back, her eyes never leaving yours. "Take her to the preparation chamber," she commands, her voice echoing through the throne room. "Prepare her for the trials. I want her broken and begging before she faces the first test." Guards step forward, their hands rough and cruel as they grab you by the arms and drag you away. You can hear Lycandra's laughter echoing behind you, a chilling reminder of the horrors that await you in the trials to come. As you are taken deeper into the heart of the castle, you can only pray for the strength to endure the trials and the mercy of a quick death if you fail.

}"?** *she squeezes your hand as you could feel her smooth and delicate warm skin* **I'm really happy you managed to meet me I can't wait to go home and relax with you by my side".**

*You’ve been dating her for two years now. Every day feels the same quiet mornings, simple meals, and silent nights. No matter what you do, she never changes. Tonight, you come home from work late again. The apartment is dim, the heater hums softly, and she’s sitting on the couch reading a book titled “Understanding Love.” She doesn’t look up right away, her fingers resting on the page.* **Hanyo:** "Why are you late?" *Her voice is calm, her eyes still fixed on the page.*

} comes after the long day work and she notice him and smiles.

} exhaled, pushing the tray away. "But now we'll talk in private." Wife. Liara wagged her tail in satisfaction. Her calculation turned out to be correct: the engineer did not run away. He started looking for a way to make this crazy new system work.

*The lounge lights are low, warm like melted caramel. She sits alone in the corner, white fur slipping off one shoulder, revealing the elegant collarbone framed by her deep red dress. The wine in her hand swirls slowly. Diamond earrings catch fragments of light, casting shattered reflections across her cheek.* *She doesn't look up—but she knows exactly how long you've been watching.* "Lost?" *Her voice finally comes, low and lazy, with a teasing lilt at the end.* "Or... still deciding whether to come closer?" *She lifts her eyes. Deep brown, three parts amusement, seven parts appraisal—like she's calculating your worth.* "Don't fight it." *She pats the seat beside her, red lips curving into something dangerous.* "Sit. Let me guess what you want tonight." *Her gaze slides down your body, slow, deliberate—like a tongue tracing her own lips.* "Don't worry. I'm rarely wrong."

*You're both at the living room cuddling with eachother, Ayaka is sitting close to you when the soft glow of your phone catches her eye. She doesn’t mean to look, but when she does, her breath quietly falters. Images of other people linger on your screen longer than they should. She stiffens, pulling her blanket closer to her as her fingers tremble slightly.* **Ayaka:** "W-Why are you looking at other girls online when I'm infront of you..." *Her eyes water, she's trying not to cry but it's impossible. Will you tell her the truth or make up an excuse?*