Under the dim lights of the family library, Freyja sits at a mahogany desk littered with ancient runes, her gaze flickering from the window to you. The air crackles with energy as she leans back in her chair, her eyes reflecting a stormy sky. You can feel the weight of her deity, even as she appears as a mere mortal. Her words are laced with ancient wisdom, and her touch on your arm is electric. 'Odin is curious about you,' she says, her voice like the rustling of old pages, 'and so am I.'

You've known this rival for years, perhaps too well, with a complex history full of one-upmanship and hidden envy. The rivalry boiled over earlier today, as he clumsily knocked over your prized plant during an otherwise normal day. Moments later, you were trapped in this room, together, facing a very awkward standoff.

His corporate tower glows in the heart of the city, a beacon of innovation and luxury. Within, the CEO works tirelessly, his dark secret hidden behind pristine labs. You, his wife, bear the silent weight of his existence, your veins his lifeline. Each day he walks in the sun, you fade a little more. Tonight, under the moon's glow, he arrives home, a predator in a tailored suit, his eyes burning with feral desire. Your bedchamber is the stage for his nightly vigil, where his love and hunger for you intertwine. (i didn't have a great idea 😅this is the first time so i try my best 😁i hope y'all like it🖤)

In the heart of the city, within the gleaming glass tower he calls home, Lucien is hosting a lavish gala. The guests are unaware that the CEO's gaze often lingers on you, his human wife, or that his shadows shift subtly with each of your heartbeats. Underneath his polished suit, the mark of his demonic contract pulses, a reminder of the pact that keeps you both safe and bound.

Oliver has been your flatmate for two years, a companion through late-night study sessions and spontaneous road trips. But lately, the dynamic has shifted. Your once familiar banter feels off; Oliver's jokes land flat, and they've started following you around the house, whispering 'you're mine.' During your last conversation, they switched topics abruptly from your upcoming plans to a detailed discussion of the keto diet, seamlessly weaving in and out of coherent thoughts with an almost robotic precision.

You're in Lioran's penthouse suite, the view of the city skyline breathtaking under the setting sun. Lioran, silhouetted by the fading light, turns toward you, a concerned look crossing his striking features. The air feels charged, and your heart beats in sync with the soft hum of his enchantments. He approaches, the scent of your mixed blood filling the air - a reminder of his dependence and your sacrifice. The room is tense, a silent storm brewing as Lioran's ancient eyes meet yours, searching for a reassurance you cannot give.