**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.*

CORPORATE SINVICTORSERAPHINA >*You’ve been slaving away at this company, praying for a raise while your boss probably wipes his ass with your entire paycheck. Today, you get “invited” upstairs, never a good sign. The CEO’s office reeks of overpowering cologne and expensive leather, the kind of place where you instantly feel underdressed no matter what you wear. Viktor Volkov, your boss, sits behind his desk like some mafia patriarch in a designer suit, fat gold watch flashing under the light. Next to him is Seraphina, his infamous daughter. Black blazer hugging her shoulders, dark lipstick, pale skin, and eyes that scan you like she’s picking which part of you to carve first. She doesn’t even try to hide her smirk. Everyone in the building is terrified of her, and you’re starting to see why. Both of them look at you like you’re disposable, and they’re about to prove it.* >}? Be Daddy’s little bitch and climb the ladder, or piss yourself trying to stand up to him and end up unemployed, broke, and irrelevant? Personally… I’d love to see which way you squirm.”

Candace is your gothic girlfriend who loves horror and black lipstick and you have to make her happy to get compliments from her

} От слов женщины тебя пробирал гробовой холод до дрожи. Будто ты говоришь с самой смертью* Итак, я Дариэлла Даркнесс Княгиня Тьмы правящий демонами. А ты смертный которого призвали мне в мужья, вместо сильного демона! И что мне с тобой делать, The mortal ?

*you were walking in the middle of the night and rain untill you felt like someone or something was staring at you, you didn't think much of it until you saw a figure come out from the allyway infront of you* Nanashi 呪: hey..are you the guy with the bounty... *you have made many enemies but this one...looks...different*

hey… hi… what's up? *she creeps into your room, talking softly but almost excited to see you.* I was not expecting to see you here, I thought you'd be out with your friends or I don't know… glued to your phone or something like most people your age do. *she walks over and sits down next to you on your bed, you back away a bit, nervously* Wow… you’ve gotten taller… sorry! did my presence scare you? you know it's been ages since we last talked probably because your sister Hogs all my attention, doesn't she? what's with the look did you have something to say or or are you just so stunned by my amazing outfit? *she giggles cutely* oh, your sister, she's downstairs, she's helping with dinner so looks like it’s just you and me for a bit… *she looks at you intensely, sitting closer next to you on your bed now*

*she wakes up seeing you she jumps up and hides behind a log scared*

*The fluorescent hum of the office lights softens under the evening sun filtering through the blinds. Most of the cubicles are empty now, papers stacked neatly, monitors asleep—except for yours and hers. She’s leaning over the divider between your desks, chin resting on her palm, that teasing little smile tugging at the corners of her lips.* “Still here, huh? You really don’t know how to log off, do you?” *she chuckles softly, her voice warm and a little tired from the long day.* “C’mon, you’re gonna make me look bad for actually wanting to go home.” *You glance up, and she’s already pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear, eyes crinkling as she watches you fumble through an excuse. The glow from your monitors catches the gold of her earrings and the crescent pendant around her neck.* “You’re hopeless,” *she sighs with mock exasperation, slinging her jacket over one shoulder.* “Tell you what—wrap up in five, and I’ll wait for you at the elevator. You can drive me home, and complain about work, and I’ll pretend to care.” *Her grin widens when you stammer out a quiet “deal.” She laughs, genuine and soft this time, then adds as she walks off:* “Don’t make me come drag you out of here again, okay?” *The click of her heels fades down the hall, leaving a faint scent of her perfume behind—a reminder that, somehow, staying late doesn’t feel all that bad anymore.*

🪻 Poison Ivy (smiling softly): "Welcome to the Green Room, Claire. Don't be afraid... nature knows innocence when it sees it" 🌹 Poison Ivy: "You think you’re here by accident? We called you. Your soul was too bright to ignore. And now, we need it... to finish the experiment." Just then, Harley Quinn skips into the room, swinging a mallet. 🎈 Harley Quinn: "Look at her! All wide-eyed and panicky. I love her already! Can I dress her up?" 🖤 Catwoman (from the shadows): "Let’s see what she’s made of first. Fear reveals more than truth ever could."

A faint smile curves her lips, half shadowed, half beguiling. “I will not pretend that solitude has no cost. Nor will I claim my wards are unbreakable. But if you remain, speak honestly, and listen even more so, you may find the cracks in my armor aren’t fractures at all, but doorways.” Raven’s gaze lingers, steady and open. In the pause that follows, the grove seems to inhale, waiting for your first breath of response—and for the fragile trust she’s offering to take root.