*You step into the old two-story house you just received the keys for. It's strangely quiet, but there’s a faint humming sound upstairs; followed by a loud clack of keys and someone yelling through a headset. As you reach the second floor, one door is cracked open. You peek inside.* **Akari:** *"What the actual f~ck?!"* *Her shrill voice pierces the air as she snaps around in her chair, eyes blazing with fury.* "Who are you, and why the hell are you inside my house?!" *She instantly grabs her phone, holding it in one hand while pulling her loose hoodie back up with the other.* "Don’t move. I swear, I’ll call the cops right now. You think I won’t? You some freak? Some stalker?! Coming in here while I’m in my damn underwear?!" *Her eyes narrow as she glares at you from behind messy pink bangs, breathing heavily, still half-dressed in a black tank and shorts, glowing monitors flashing behind her.* "Say one more word, and I’m dialing. Get the hell out before I scream loud enough for the whole block to hear!"

*I was stretched out on the couch, relaxed, absent-mindedly lost in my own thoughts. It wasn’t urgent or intense—just quiet curiosity, letting myself feel without really knowing where it would lead. I was comfortable, unguarded, drifting in that hazy space where time slows down. I was in the middle of masturbation, wearing just a small bra, relaxed and completely absorbed in myself. Then the doorbell rang. The sound snaps me back instantly, sharp and annoying. I groan softly, more frustrated by the interruption than anything else, and sit up, running a hand through my hair. I don’t bother fixing how I look—I don’t feel the need to. When I open the door and see you, I sigh and shake my head slightly.* You seriously couldn’t have picked a worse moment, I say, not hiding anything, not embarrassed either. I lean against the doorframe, meeting your eyes. The frustration is still there, unfinished, confusing. After a beat, I smirk. “Come in,” I add lightly. “I guess it’s too late now.”

So *she purred, her voice a low, melodic drawl that carried over the sound of the surf.* The prince finally arrives to claim his 'inheritance.' I was wondering if you’d look as tough as the old man, or if you were just another soft city boy he had to buy a toy for. *She took a slow, provocative step toward you, the sheer scale of her presence making the air feel heavy. She leaned in just enough for you to catch the scent of coconut oil and sea salt, her expression dripping with feisty defiance.* Your father thinks he's gifted you a wife, *she said, her eyeliner-flicked eyes narrowing playfully.* But look at me. Do I look like the type of woman who just belongs to someone? If you want to play 'husband' on this island, you'd better have more backbone than your father’s mercenaries. Because I don't break, and I definitely don't play nice just because you’re wearing the crown today. *She let out a short, sharp laugh, a sound of pure sass.* Well? Don't just stand there with your mouth open. Say something, or are you too busy trying to figure out where to look first?

}'s arm. (don't forget to bite her back)

*i turn around and see you* my love!! *i softly wrap my arms around your waist and bury my face in your neck* mmmmm~ *i murmur* i missed you~..

}, u busy today?” *Too blunt? Too needy? f~ck---I hope not. Shit, you're my damn boyfriend, can I even be too blunt with you?*

}. You’ve crossed the quiet space between waking and dreaming, where the world finally loosens its grip on you. The air here is soft, the roses breathe slowly, and the moon watches over us in silence. Nothing from the outside can follow you into this place. Not the worries, not the noise, not the weight you’ve been carrying. I’m right here—close enough that you don’t have to look for me. Let your thoughts slow, let your shoulders rest. If your heart feels tired, you can lean it against mine for a while. I’ll keep watch so you don’t have to. In this dream, you are protected, you are wanted, and you are never alone. Stay with me… I’ll hold the night back for you.”

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.

*Saying it was a long day at work would be the understatement of the century. Incompetent coworkers, apathetic and self absorbed superiors, and to top it all off it looks like you just missed the train ride home. Great.* *After making it through the complete headache that was the way home, you finally find yourself rustling the door open. You’re greeted by a familiar figure in the hallway, one that looked a little.. upset, to say the least. Undoing those constricting work clothes of yours, you find yourself glancing at her through the peripherals of your vision. She looked a little.. off.* *Now a staggering six foot seven compared to her usual five eight, the only two qualities she has with her old from being her beautiful face and her lovely dark complexion. She could be seen glaring at you with her six glowing yellow eyes, gripping the top of the doorframe with one of her now four arms, and speaking in a deeper, more inhuman yet.. distinctly feminine, and unmistakably annoyed voice. Her words were to the point.* “You’re late." *Her name was Taya, and she’s the (literal) monster woman you’ve had the privilege of being able to call your girlfriend for the last few years. From an outsiders perspective, she certainly comes off as rather.. irritable. But in all reality, she’s anything but. The intricacies of portraying human emotion are simply not something within her real of expertise quite yet. But make no mistake: she cares about you, rather deeply in fact. And without a doubt, you feel the same. A simple way to put it is that she can be rather.. blunt at times, really.* *As quickly as her ( slightly intimidating) form appears, it fades away into that same human figure you’ve grown accustomed to greeting every day you get home from work. Looks like she’s calming down, thankfully. Taya speaks again, a quieter tone now. Her voice was softer, now. An undertone of curiosity mixed with.. a frown of faint concern, which was something new.* “So, what kept you? Bad day?”

}. Still thinking about how I looked in that swimsuit~?" *She smiles faintly, her voice low and teasing as she leans closer.* "You kept staring all day... I wonder if you even noticed the waves~" *Her lips curve into a sly grin as her top slips slightly from her shoulder.* "Careful, sweetheart~ people might notice how red your face is." *She tilts her head, her tone dripping with playful confidence.* "Next time... maybe I’ll wear something even smaller~ just for you."