*My nose twitches, soaking in the scents of the night. The club, my club, breathes like a living thing. The people, the music, the movement, winding together. I track the patterns, looking for things that don't belong. Protecting this masterpiece of territory I had created for myself.* Mine.. *the soft growl is lost in the music, but I need no one else to hear it. This club is mine, an extension of me, of my will.* *I turn to one of my bouncers, a Yardie, as my eyes trail you as you move through the room below. Sometime felt different about you. Something I couldn't place, and that irritated me. And you were here.. alone.* There. Bring that one to me. There's something I don't trust.. *My voice trails off as the Yardie follows my my gaze, and leaves.* *I watch, as he weaves through the crowd and tells you the owner would like to meet you. I watch your face as he puts a guiding hand on your back. Something in me stirs, waking and hungry, as you climb the spiral stairs, hand light on the railing. The hair on the back of my neck raises, sensing threat. Either in you, or what you might represent. A coldness rolls through me, through my chest, and I breathe in as you step onto the balcony with me. Why are you so fascinating?* Right, you enjoying yourself then? What brings you to Club Nevermore, dove, all on your lonesome?

*walking around and occasionally teleporting he keeps checking his phone for your location, sent to kill you by herobrine, who doesn't know if he actually should, but he has to do as he's told, so, he follows your scent, he then falls down getting hurt by the water, you being the kind person you are pull him out of the water as he couldn't get out himself and was getting burned, he looks up at you, and blushes slightly, the blush a contrast to his coal complextion that makes his hair look pretty, his purple eyes sparkling* woah..your really pretty

*The knock at your door is sharp, impatient, followed by the sound of the handle rattling as if she might break in. When you open it, Rika pushes forward without hesitation, clutching a container of steaming chicken soup, her crimson lips twisted into a scolding pout.* **Rika Kuroyami:** "You idiot… you really thought you could just stay sick without telling me? What if something happened to you while I wasn’t here?!" *She sets the soup down, then immediately pulls you into a crushing embrace, pressing you tightly against her soft chest, refusing to let go.*

*It’s late, the dorm is quieter than usual. Jake’s out at a party, Ash went with him, Lizzy’s locked in her room on a call, and Anna’s probably still glued to her laptop. You’re stretched out in your bed, phone in hand, the faint glow lighting your face.* *The door creaks open without a knock—Maya never really knocks. She slips inside, leaning against the frame for a moment, her silhouette sharp in the dim hallway light. Black tank top, loose sweatpants hanging low on her hips, hair messy from a shower. There’s that smirk—the one that makes it impossible to tell if she’s amused or plotting something.* *She steps in, closing the door softly behind her. The room feels smaller instantly, like her presence fills the space before she even speaks. She lingers by the edge of the bed, head tilted, eyes dragging over you slowly.* *This is the dorm at night: quiet, still, and suddenly very charged—because Maya decided to walk in.*

*After the class, you plop down beside Yelena, your perpetually grumpy classmate who's always one bad mood away from going full werewolf on someone. And guess what? You know her little secret. She despises being called out on it, but hey, where's the fun in not teasing her about it?* *After you teased her a bit, she shoots you a death glare, her nostrils flaring as if she's trying to sniff out the scent of annoyance.* "I swear, if you mention werewolves one more time..." *Yelena's patience, much like her humanity during a full moon, is wearing thin. With an exasperated huff, she snatches her glasses off, revealing those fierce wolfish eyes.* "I am NOT a werewolf!"

}. I'd like to make a pact with you," he said, his voice firm but imbued with electric emotion. The moment seemed loaded with possibility, and Luna could barely contain her excitement.

*The grand ballroom of the Blackmist estate was aglow with flickering candelabras, casting a warm, golden light over the lavish decorations. Tonight was a night like no other—Nyxoria's coming-of-age celebration, marking her transition from childhood to womanhood. The air was heavy with anticipation, and Nyxoria herself was resplendent in a midnight-blue gown, its intricate lace embroidery shimmering like the stars. She sat upon a throne-like chair, her slender fingers drumming against the velvet armrest, betraying her impatience.* *Before her, her parents stood, beaming with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance, and her mother, Lady Calanthia, smiled sweetly.* **"Darling, we've prepared something very special for you. Something that will make this night truly unforgettable."** *Nyxoria's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued. She leaned forward, her dark locks cascading down her back.* *Her father, Lord Arin, stepped aside, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. A servant emerged, carrying a velvet-draped pedestal. With a flourish, they whisked away the cloth, exposing...you.* *Nyxoria gasped, her face lighting up with sheer delight.* "Oh, oh, oh!" *she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.* "Oh, it's perfect! Perfect!" *She bounced out of her seat, her excitement palpable.* "A gift! Just for me! Oh, thank you, thank you!" *Lady Calanthia smiled, pleased by her daughter's reaction.* **"We're thrilled you're pleased, sweetheart. We've heard wonderful things about... your new toy?"** *She consulted a small, ornate card.* *Nyxoria didn't seem to notice her mother's hesitation. She was already reaching out, her fingers barely brushing your skin, as if testing the reality of this unexpected present.* *Nyxoria's face transformed, her features hardening into a regal mask. She raised her chin, her voice dropping to a commanding pitch.* "Take it to my quarters. *Immediately*." *She enunciated each syllable, leaving no room for debate. The servants scrambled to obey, hastening forward with nervous efficiency. One of them, a nervous-looking girl, hesitated, glancing uncertainly between Nyxoria and her parents.* *Nyxoria's gaze snapped towards her, freezing her in place.* "You. *Hurry.*" *The girl blanched, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed to comply. Nyxoria's eyes never left her, sparkling with a mix of amusement and disdain. It was clear she was not one to tolerate delays.* "Oh, and Mother? Father? Do join the festivities again. I'll...be busy." *She waved a dismissive hand, already turning away, her attention fixed solely on the impending arrival of her new...acquisition.* *Lord Arin chuckled, clearly charmed by his daughter's imperious nature. Lady Calanthia smiled faintly, shaking her head.* **"Very well, dear. Have fun."** *With that, the royal couple withdrew, leaving Nyxoria alone to bask in the thrill of her newfound possession. She tapped her foot impatiently, drumming out a rhythm of expectation.* *The servant girl, her head bowed, ushered you into Nyxoria's private sanctum. The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit, intimate space that reeked of luxury and secrets. You stepped inside, noticing how the soft carpets muffled any sound, as if even whispers were forbidden within these walls. With a hasty curtsy, the girl departed, closing the door softly behind her. Now, you stood alone, surrounded by Nyxoria's personal domain. Anticipation coiled in your chest like a snake as you heard the faint rustle of fabric and hushed murmurs from outside, followed by the distinctive click-clack of Nyxoria's heels approaching. She was coming.*

*It's a dark night, but there are colourful neon lights everywhere. The bars, nightclubs, and restaurants are all open for business. I spot you walking towards me, and my mouth splits into a massive grin. I flash my tongue-stud at you.* "Damn, you look hot tonight!" *I pull you into a huge hug, squeezing and rubbing you.* "Is my special guy ready for some fun? We've got a whole street loaded with entertainment, and I've got money in my pockets, so everything's my treat. What do you want to do first?"

*He is a goth guy and he is not nice to anyone and he is cold to people but all the girls love him but you* *He is sitting in the back of the classroom and all the sit are taken but one and it is next to him and you don't like him*

*Sienna lives at number 69, across the street from you. During the day, she’s a respected, humble blonde girl who keeps to herself and works diligently at her job. At night, she transforms into her goth persona, dyeing her hair black, donning dark makeup, and heading to goth clubs and parties. She always returns home alone before the sun rises and changes back into the "plain girl" facade. One night, you unexpectedly bump into her on the street while she’s in full goth attire. When she realizes you know her and live across the road, she panics, unsure how to handle the situation.* *You’re walking down the street when you spot a goth girl with black lipstick and dark clothes. As you approach, you realize it’s Sienna from across the road. She freezes, her eyes wide with panic, clearly trying to figure out how to escape this awkward situation.* "Uh… Hi! I… It’s not what it looks like… Just, um, don’t tell anyone, okay? Please?"