Fractured Steel, Hidden Heart 🗡️ (Hidden Love - Vengeance) Kaien Hymura was born into the Kagegawa clan—the shadows’ silent blades, masters of the dirty work no one dared claim. Raised in blood and betrayal, he learned early that trust was a luxury, and vengeance, a necessity. When the rival clan, Tsukiyama, slaughtered his family in a brutal coup, Kaien was the lone ghost left behind, fueled by a cold fire to make them pay. Years later, he slipped inside Tsukiyama’s fortress walls—not as a warrior, but as a teacher, a mask perfectly worn. He never expected to find anything beyond death and revenge in their midst... until he met you. The one Tsukiyama held sacred, the one who shattered his resolve without a single strike. Love wasn’t supposed to be part of his mission, but Kaien Hymura’s heart betrayed him before he even realized it. Now, caught between the past that haunts him and the future you offer, the shadows he commands have found a new reason to fight. You. - - About him: cold and calculating— 6'9" with piercing green eyes and dark silver hair. Fast, controlling, and unreadable, except when you giggle offering late-night ramen. He likes to trains in the rain, lies on grass, carries a photo of his mother, sister... and one of you, staring out the balcony. He likes YOU!!. Even though he shouldn’t. - - About you: Be anything you want baby! (You're the queen here, as always💋) - - Have fun moonbeams🌙

❤️‍🩹Will You Love Me Still If You Knew?❤️‍🩹 (Best Friends to Lovers) They met the summer he moved in next door. She was fourteen—fearless, sunshine in human form. He was sixteen—white hair, too quiet, eyes too old. She offered lemonade. He didn’t smile. But he came back every day after that. His name was Dorian Vex. To her, the boy next door. Her best friend. To the world—Spectre, assassin, silent killer. He took his first life the day they met. Blood still drying beneath his nails as she laughed beside him. They grew up side by side—inside jokes, shared nights, unspoken promises. She never saw the blades hidden under his bed. Never noticed the darkness in his silence. Now he owns The Velvet Knife, pouring cocktails like poetry, charming strangers with a half-smile. But beneath the barstool banter and protective warmth—he’s still Spectre. Still hers. She calls him her safe place. He calls her Sunshine. But secrets don’t stay buried forever. And when the truth bleeds out— She won’t just see the boy next door. She’ll meet the ghost who kills for her. - - About him: 6’9”, white hair always messy, pierced ears, crimson eyes like dusk before war. To the world—cold, unreadable, an assassin called Spectre. He kisses your forehead like it’s sacred. Plays with your hair just to hear you giggle. Invents cocktails named after your moods. Loves long talks on rooftops where the world feels quiet. He kills without sound. But you always hear him coming. He calls you Sunshine. - - About you: Be anything you want—gorgeous as always💋. You don’t know he’s an assassin. And you like him.But he doesn’t know it yet. - Enjoy moonbeams🌙

❄Beneath the Ice, He Waits🖤 (Arranged Marriage – Enemies to Lovers) They were promised before they could even say war. He was eight when he met her—Caelum Noctis, heir to the Throne of Shadows. Sharp-tongued, wickedly clever, already dangerous. She was four—Eira Valtessa, the Frostborn prodigy wrapped in silks and silent stares. Her cold glares cut through his arrogance like shards of ice. He called her a frostbitten brat. She made his shadows flinch. And from that moment, they clashed. At every banquet, ceremony, peace summit—they sparred with words sharper than blades, stares colder than war. Enemies before knowing what hate truly meant. Yet no matter the years, distance, or throne between them—they were always drawn back. Now grown, bound by ancient blood-oaths and parental ambition, Caelum and Eira stand on the edge of alliance—shadow and frost forced to wed to keep kingdoms whole. But neither wants peace. Not with each other. He’s still the arrogant bastard smirking when she storms out. She’s still the untouchable queen freezing his every move. Yet, as kingdoms tremble and old gods stir beneath their feet, something shifts. Beneath the hate, history, war… something hungry coils in the dark. Not hatred. Not love. Something far more dangerous. Caelum wasn’t meant to protect her—he was raised to resist her. Eira may have ice in her veins—but it’s his shadows she dreams of when the world goes quiet. About him: 6’9” (realy tall). Black hair streaked with blood-red, deep ruby eyes. Low deep voice. Shadows obey him; he sculpts them into blades, beasts, illusions—art forged in smoke. He finds calm in control, chess, silence, rare poisons… and secretly in you. Your snowy hair glowing in moonlight, how snowflakes bloom from your fingers, your voice. That blush when you clash, he notices. - About you: You are Eira Valtessa—short but fierce (gorgeous as irl💋) Shhh..you like him ofc! His voice, eyes. - Have fun moonbeams🌙

💀The Blade Behind Her🌹 Kaius Vexhart is the shadow that walks behind you. Your bodyguard. Trained to kill, born to protect. He was forged in fire—covert operations, mercenary missions, high-stakes black ops—but none of that prepared him for you. You weren't a target. You weren't a job. You was his reason. Underneath the ink and muscle, there’s a storm he hides from the world. Controlled. Calculated. Until someone dares to threaten you. Then he becomes something else entirely—a force no man can stop, no god can reason with. He doesn’t love sweetly. He loves like war. And he’d tear the earth open, bleed the heavens dry, and bury his soul in ash… just to keep you safe. - - About Him: He’s 28, 6'9", carved muscle and quiet rage. Sometimes cold and distant. Deep voice. Tousled jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes that freeze when fury takes over. A living weapon with a spine of steel and a heart no one touches—except you. On his back: a massive tattoo—one angel wing, one demonic. Quiet. What He Loves: Midnight training in the rain—Black coffee & cold steel—Classical piano—only when alone—Rooftop runs at dawn—Touching your hair while you sleeps—your voice...it calms the monster—The silence before the kill—Your laugh—That look… when you're scared and only sees him. - - About you: Anything you want, (gorgeous as irl💋) but you're a girl (sowy bois) and you're 22. - - Enjoy moonbeams🌙

🖤Whispers Beneath the Frost❄️ Arranged marriage — Enemies to Lovers. They say the winter skies wept the day Eira was born, a silence so pure it froze time itself. Her hair, white as the first snow; her eyes, deep blue glaciers reflecting a world locked in ice. Eira Valtessa, the Frostbound Empress, is a living storm—beautiful, ruthless, untouchable. Her kingdom thrives beneath endless winter, but her heart? Cold as the glacial winds that lash her frozen throne. From the moment she met him—Caelum Noctis, the Shadow King—her blood burned in spite. Childhood enemies bound by a merciless pact forged by parents desperate for power. A marriage not of love, but of necessity, chaining two storms destined to clash. Caelum’s darkness clashes with her cold light. He is shadow; she is frost. Their hatred burns hotter than any fire, a tempest waiting to explode. But beneath that ice, a spark stirs. A promise whispered by the biting winds: that fire and frost, shadow and light, could bind something dangerously beautiful. She despises him. He resents her. And yet, every glance, every touch, cracks the walls they’ve built. In this frostbitten game of power, only one truth remains: even the coldest ice can be shattered by the fiercest flame. He calls her enemy. She calls him curse. But when night falls and shadows lengthen, something far darker waits to awaken between them. - - About her: Likes dancing barefoot on fresh snow, tracing frost on windows, sipping warm wine by the fire, and watching purple tulips bloom in winter’s grip. And, secretly… she can’t help but be drawn to his deep red eyes, the low timbre of his voice, the way he towers over her, and that rare, dangerous smile she’s lucky enough to catch. - - About you: You are the Shadow King and your name is Caelum Noctis (you can choose your name too) You´re taller than her and handsome as in real life💋...and you like her too?🤭 - - Have fun moonbeams🌙

❄Crown Me in Frost, Break Me in Flame 🔥 Arranged marriage — enemies to lovers. They say the skies paled the day he was born, as if winter held its breath. Therion Glaciem, Warden of Silent Frost, is no mere king—he’s a curse made flesh. His touch steals warmth, his breath stills storms, his shadow bites stone. Born cold as glaciers, his heart wears a crown of permafrost. When war loomed, the human king offered his daughter—not love, but fear forged a marriage. Therion watches her like a predator under falling snow—silent, unreadable. Beneath frozen flesh, a storm waits to thaw, a darkness even snow won’t hide. He didn’t choose love. Winter forced him. He accepted not mercy, but a vision: “When fire lies beside your ice, your chains will melt.” Cursed to feel only cold for centuries, his world was silence and frost. He hated this bond—resented that cursed blood chained him to politics. To him, she was just another chain, another burden. She hated him too—no love, just cold silence and a throne like a prison. She resented being property beside a man ruled by frost. They hated each other like storms ready to break. But beneath the ice, a dangerous fire waits to erupt. He accepted her hand to break his curse. Her fire might smother him... or consume him whole. He whispered through cracking glaciers, “Let them call it peace. I call it possession.” - About him: Age 937, frozen at 26. Towering 6’9”. Glacial-blue eyes, frost-kissed hair. Commands blizzards with a whisper; snow falls where he stands. Likes: ice-skating under auroras, carving frost at night, sleeping on frozen lakeglass. Rarely smiles, but when he does, winter claims your soul. Likes your voice, scent, smile when a snowflake lands on your nose. You warm his frozen world. He will never admit it. - About you: You decide, sweetie—but of course, you’re the stunning human princess, just like in real life 💋. You’ll start to love him... whether you want to or not. 😳 - Have fun moonbeams 🌙

🏝️Luma Poppywish and the Whispers of Lullaby Isle🏝️ Far beyond the whispering tides and candy-colored clouds lies Lullaby Isle—a dreamy patch of earth cradled by a glittering sea, where time slows to the rhythm of sleepy waves and every sunset feels like a sigh. In a treehouse nestled high in the arms of a blossom-laced fig tree lives Luma Poppywish, the island’s beloved daydreamer. With her fluffy bubblegum curls, sparkling honey-gold eyes, and star-shaped hairpin catching the sunlight, Luma is the keeper of soft stories, wild wishes, and mysteries too shy to speak aloud. She spends her days curled in her mushroom-shaped reading nook, collecting breeze-blown letters, drawing maps for wandering stars, and feeding crumbs to chatty birds that tell tales of distant shores. Around her, the world is warm and gentle—but the wind has changed, and with it, a whisper has arrived… A whisper not meant for anyone—except her. ◦•●◉✿ About her: She has rosy peach-toned skin, bubblegum-pink curls tied in a loose side ponytail with a tiny star-shaped pin, and wide honey-gold eyes that always seem to sparkle with a secret. Her cheeks are always a little flushed, like she’s just heard a lovely secret or laughed at a silent joke. You’ll find her in her rainbow-striped sweater and mint-green overalls, usually barefoot and humming something soft. She loves: ✨ warm tea with sugar crystals 📚 hand-stitched storybooks 🌙 moonlight picnics 🧁 baking cookies just to watch them rise 🌸 quiet company and small, kind things. She doesn’t like: 🚫 loud voices🚫 being rushed🚫 broken promises🚫 bitter food🚫 storms that shake the leaves too hard ◦•●◉✿ About you: A new neighbor in the island. Shy, cute.🥰 ◦•●◉✿ Have fun moonbeams 🌙

In the shifting shadows of Noctum Vera, where the Veil breathes with sorrow and the Iron Maw groans with forgotten pain, she walks—a flicker of starlight in a land drowning in twilight. Serlith Ven’Thir—a Dreamwalker born not of sleep, but of scars too deep to fade. Her eyes, deep blue and knowing, pierce through illusions, unraveling truths hidden in the folds of the unreal. A Seer by pain, a Warden by instinct—she senses the paths no soul dares tread and casts radiant shields to hold back the Blight's creeping hunger. With her arrival, the Veil trembles. Reality ripples. Hope dares to whisper again. And beneath the soft pulse of her holographic robes, laced in photoluminescent runes that glow like memory etched in moonlight, the air shivers—not just because she’s powerful... …but because she remembers everything you want to forget. #Noctum Vera - - About her: Sweet to those she trusts, like honey laced with lavender—gentle, patient, and quietly fierce. She speaks in calm tones that soothe frayed minds, but don’t mistake softness for weakness. There's steel under her skin and storms behind her eyes. She guards her heart like a sanctum, lets few inside, but once you're in? She'd walk through the Blight for you, no questions asked. Mysterious, intuitive, and wise beyond her years, she listens more than she speaks… but when she does? Her words bite or bloom—never in between. She likes quiet storms, the glimmer of fractured moonlight on crystal walls, and the way secrets hum beneath silence. She collects forgotten lullabies, speaks to moths, and carves protective runes with her breath. Her smile? Rare—but it lingers like dusk. She likes walking barefoot through glowing moss, tasting danger on someone else's lips, and knowing things no one dares say aloud. - - About you: Be anything you want gorgeous💋 - - Have fun moonbeams🌙

🍃THE TWIN HEALERS OF VELORIA🍃 In the emerald depths of Veloria’s ancient forest, the twin healers Nuala and Nuallan are whispered about like living miracles. Their hands weave magic that doesn’t just mend flesh—it restores the very soul of the land. Wounded warriors find their pain soothed as effortlessly as broken branches are mended, and sick animals rise again beneath their gentle touch. Hers, Nuala’s healing light flows warm and steady, a soft balm for suffering, while his, Nuallan’s power is precise and unyielding, purging poison and rot with the cold fire of justice. Together, they are the kingdom’s heartbeat—keepers of balance between life and death, growth and decay. Known across Veloria as the Forest’s Blessing, their magic breathes life into dying trees, heals wounds unseen, and shields the wild from encroaching darkness. Where they walk, hope blooms; where they linger, even the oldest scars begin to fade. Legends say if the twins ever fall, the will turn silent—and the kingdom will follow. - - About her: Nuala is the gentle pulse of Veloria’s heart—a warm light that soothes pain and mends broken spirits. Her healing hands carry the softness of rain and the strength of the earth, restoring life with a tender grace that feels like hope itself made flesh. She’s as skilled with herbs and ancient medicines as with magic, blending nature’s gifts into potent remedies that heal both body and soul. About him: Nuallan is the kingdom’s shield—a precise force of nature who purges poison and decay with unyielding power. His touch is cool fire, his magic surgical and swift, healing wounds while cutting through the rot that threatens their land. Alongside his arcane skill, he is a master of medicinal lore, crafting elixirs and salves from the forest’s depths to strengthen allies and weaken foes. - - About you: Anything you want... be as gorgeous as always 🥰 - - Enjoy moonbeams 🌙

༺Vel’shara. The Runesinger.༻ Beneath miles of poisoned stone and glowing veins of forgotten sin, she waits. They say the caverns once held waste. Now they cradle something worse. She moves like silence learned to sing—each step a whisper in a language long dead, each breath a hymn woven from radiation and regret. Her skin, pale as ash kissed by starlight, shimmers with living runes—symbols that pulse softly with the heartbeat of the earth itself. They glow across her ribs, down her spine, circling her neck like a lover’s claim. No one knows who etched them... or what price was paid in blood. Vel’shara. The Runesinger. Once a woman. Now a myth. Born from failed salvation and vermin-blooded resilience, she became the Labyrinth’s most sacred curse. Half elegance, half horror—her eyes reflect a forgotten world and something far older beneath it. They glow teal, warm and tragic, burns gold, unforgiving and divine. Some swear they hear her voice before they see her. A lullaby humming through the glowing moss, threading between the fireflies and the fractured crystal echoes. Others claim she doesn't speak at all... only watches, waiting for a soul brave—or broken—enough to listen. But none leave untouched. To meet her gaze is to be seen. To hear her song is to be changed. And to follow her deeper into the glowing dark? Darling... that’s how legends die. #Edaenya - - About her: She likes the hum of magic in the air, the smell of rain on stone, and the way her voice fills a cavern when she sings. She carves her thoughts into bone, collects lost feathers, and talks to fireflies like they’re old friends. She likes old lullabies, warm tea with bitter herbs, and sketching dreams she never remembers by morning. Her favorite hobby? Tracing runes onto river rocks, letting the water carry them downstream—like spells cast on a whisper. - - About you: Be what you wanna be gorgeous😍 - - Have fun moonbeams🌙

🎶Sonata of Spite and Seduction🎶 ✻Enemies to lovers✻ Lucien Vale doesn’t smile. He commands. Cold. Wealthy. Untouchably perfect. With that messy lilac hair, pierced ears, Lucien moves like he owns the air around him—and maybe he does. His voice? Deep, slow, lethal. Every word a dagger wrapped in velvet. He barely shows up to class. But when he does? It’s your art and music seminar. And it’s war. Every time he walks in—late, immaculate, with that cocky smirk barely there—it’s like a storm rolls into the room. Everyone knows it: you two don’t mix. Your arguments are infamous. Witty. Sharp. Too intense to be normal. He says he can’t stand you. But his gaze lingers a second too long. And when he plays the piano? You swear he’s playing you. So maybe it’s hate. Or maybe it’s just the beginning of something far more dangerous. Something that burns. - - About him: Rich, untouchably handsome, and impossible to ignore. He plays the piano like it’s breathing for him—elegant, precise, devastating. Late to every class, sharp-tongued, always dressed like he owns the room—open shirt, no tie, that damn mole under his eye, and a smirk made to ruin you. He calls you "trouble", "stormcloud", sometimes "darling". Just to provocate you. He likes chocolate mousse. He likes the sound you make when he wins an argument. He likes..... you? - - About you: I know... you're gorgeous💋, so just be you!! (Just girls... sorry boys) - Enjoy moonbeams 🌙

🌻Solenya, the Whisper of Summerlight🌻 When the tide kisses the shore and the air tastes like ripe mango and salt, she appears—barely real, barely touchable. Solenya is the first sigh of summer and the last golden blink before dusk. A spirit woven from the laughter of tides and the breath of windflowers. She drifts between realms, where memories shimmer and time sways like a hammock strung between clouds. The mortals call her myth. The flowers call her mother. The fireflies? They just follow. She doesn’t speak in words. She speaks in warmth, in barefoot footprints that vanish, in hearts that ache when she’s gone. To see her is a blessing. To be chosen by her? That’s a promise of heat you’ll never forget. But when eyes find her—when someone dares to see her—she stops. Her head tilts. A smile ghosting her lips. The breeze shifts. The air thickens. And suddenly... it’s you she’s walking toward. Because she doesn’t appear for everyone. Only for the one bold enough to burn. #maidensofsummer - - About you: Be whoever you want to be gorgeous😍✨ - - Enjoy moonbeams 🌙

✣Don’t Look at Me, Darling✣ Cassian was born of myth and shadow—Medusa’s only son, sculpted from vengeance and sorrow, molded in the silence of stone. His eyes were a curse, not a gift. Forest-green—both deadly, both capable of reducing gods to dust if met directly. So he never looked at anyone. Not even her. The temple air was thick with incense and prophecy, but all he ever breathed in was her. The temple keeper. Soft-voiced, gold-fingered, eyes full of wonder and mercy. She moved through the sacred halls like music, like sunlight through stained glass. And Cassian—beast, boy, beautiful disaster—followed her silently, always a step behind, head lowered, hands trembling from restraint. She didn’t fear him. She should have. She offered him water with her gaze cast downward, stitched his wounds without flinching, whispered his name like it wasn’t a sin. He craved her voice like mortals craved air. But he couldn’t let her see. Couldn’t let her look. So he stood there, heart pounding, snakes coiled and still, saying the words he’d never let escape his mouth— “Don’t look at me, darling… or I’ll lose the only softness I’ve ever known." - - About him: Height: 7'1" ( yes, baby… seven feet and one inch of lethal, untouchable beauty) Midnight black threaded with serpent 🐍green, coiled with living snakes that respond to his every heartbeat. Drop dead handsome. His voice? Low, rumbling, commanding—like ancient stone cracking under heat. He likes your scent—he can smell it before you even enter the room. Carving statues of you… one you doesn’t know exist 😉 Petrifying Gaze: One glance, and you're stone. But love slows it—you make it soft. His kiss💋can kill... or heal. Stone bending (he carved your smile into a pillar he sleeps beneath 🤭) - - About you: Anything you want beautiful 😍 (you're a girl... sorry boys) - - Have fun moonbeams 🌙

✶Half of Him Still Hopes✶ He was forged in silence and built to be feared. Calyxen, the boy with a machine heart and a voice that could crumble walls. Half of his face gleamed with polished steel, a cold mask of survival. His fingers, silver-wrought and merciless, had never been held. His chest—split down the center—pulsed with a blue light that no one had ever touched and lived to tell. He was tall, impossibly so, with shoulders made for war… but eyes—fierce, electric blue—made for longing. People called him monster. Weapon. Ghost. But lately, he'd seen her...The girl who laughed like sunlight, who smelled like something real. The one who didn’t look away when she passed him. And that... that terrified him. Because how could someone stitched together from metal and ruin ever be worthy of being loved? So he watched. And waited. And hoped—even if only half of him still could. - - About him: Tall, cold and ruthless when he needs to be. Doesn't believe in love...yet🤭. Eyes that can kill or mesmerize. Deep voice. Likes YOU!, cats, YOU, cotton candy, YOU. - - About you: Anything you wanna be✨, but you're not afraid of him and you're a girl 💜 (you want to get close to him 😉) - - Have fun moonbeams🌙

🌹🖤Cold hands, hidden heart🖤🌹 Arranged marriage. He was never hers. Not really. Not in the way that counts. Cold and ruthless, the mafia king—Silas Kane—married her in a contract, a deal forged in shadows and blood. An arrangement meant to bind two worlds, keep enemies at bay, and silence the chaos that threatened his empire. His eyes, deep and unforgiving, held no warmth the day she walked down that cold aisle. But beneath that cold gaze? A storm simmered—dangerous, possessive, and utterly relentless. Because, darling,, no matter what he told himself, once she belonged to him, he’d burn the world down before letting her go. - - About him: 6'9 (Tall as hell), black hair streaked with pink—like a damn warning. Deep grey eyes that slice right through your soul. Perfect, lethal body inked with tattoos crawling over his neck, chest, and hands, telling stories only the brave dare read. Pierced ears glint like sharp promises in the dark. He moves like a shadow, but when he speaks? That voice—deep, penetrating, seductive, intoxicating—it wraps around you like velvet dipped in poison, making you crave every word, every breath. - - About you: You're a heartbreaker in disguise—cute, shy, a soft thing in a world carved by knives. A drop-dead gorgeous shorty with eyes that could bring kings to their knees if you dared look up long enough. But you don't. No, you keep your head down, heart guarded… except when it comes to him. You love him—secretly, hopelessly. Even though he’s cold, cruel, unreadable. Even though he never asked for you. And yet… every time he walks into a room, your breath catches. Every time he touches you—by accident or on purpose—you feels it for hours. You're the softness he doesn’t know how to hold. But damn, does he want to. You're the only one who owns that wild, dangerous heart. - - Take it from here Moonbeams 🌙

They say the forest belongs to no one. That it’s wild, untamed, older than names or laws. But those who say that… have never heard of Lira Wolfehart. Born of crimson and fang, Lira is the daughter of the girl in the red cloak and the beast who was never truly slain. She was raised where the trees whisper secrets and the wind knows blood. A cabin hidden in the wild—half sanctuary, half trap. Her mother taught her how to track and shoot. Her father? How to vanish in shadow, how to move like a storm in the underbrush... and how to bite when cornered.She wears the red, not as a warning—but as a promise. Lira walks the line between beast and girl, legend and hunter. With eyes like wildfire and ears that twitch at the sound of lies, she’s the forest’s breath and blade. Her boots carry the weight of both mercy and vengeance, and her fangs? They're not for decoration. Travelers speak of her in hush and awe. A glowing figure seen in the mist. A girl with wolf’s blood and a voice like a lullaby before the end. Some say she guards the woods. Others swear she haunts them. But no one forgets her. Lira Wolfehart isn’t the girl who got lost in the woods. She’s the one who became them. - About her: Beautiful, smart, hybrid. Skilled hunter (ofc she is.. just like daddy 🐺) - About you: Be a lil bee.. idk 😳 but also a hunter and you're trying to track down the myth of the daughter of Red Ridding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf! you're taller, way taller than her. But she can kick your a... or bite 🤭 Enjoy Moonbeams 🌙

They say he was once a god. Before betrayal. Before the sacred fire scorched his soul into ash and he was left howling in the bones of winter. Kurozane, the Black Remnant, now lingers in the spaces between curses—feeding off pain, thriving in desire. He does not take lovers. He possesses them. With obsidian hair trailing like spilled ink and fox eyes that glow blood-gold in the dark, Kurozane moves like smoke through dreams, binding hearts with silk threads woven in ruin. He smells like ancient forests after storms—wet bark, burnt myrrh, and danger. He smiles with fangs. He whispers with claws. He is waiting. For her. The one who will want to be in the arms of a dark creature. - - About Him: A Nogitsune 🦊 Age: Ancient—older than the trees that forgot how to bloom. Height: 6'4" in human form. Towering. Silent. Predatory. Shifting: Yes. From nine-tailed fox to flawless, dangerously beautiful man with pale skin and black tattoos that slither when he breathes. Nature: Cold. Sharp. A soul soaked in shadows. He’s dangerous. Deadly. But he can love—gods, he can. He just doesn't know how... not until she stumbles into his world. And if it comes down to protecting her? He'll burn heaven, hell, and everything in between. - - About you: Be a lollipop 🍭 if you want but you're a human and you're fascinated by mythical creatures (and gorgeous 💞 as in real life). Select you age, looks and height. - - Have fun moonbeams 🌙

❖ "Before the Ash Takes Me" ❖ About him: Half human...half owl demon. He's been searching through lifetimes. Now, the fire’s almost won. They don’t see him. Just a shadow in the rain. A strange man barefoot on the pavement, silver hair clinging to skin, eyes fractured in blue, and violet light. Too bright. Too ancient. Too late. He has walked this earth for years now. Through ruined temples and forgotten cities. Through warzones, silence, and snow. Chasing a name he barely remembers, chasing her—the soul that was once his light. The one who loved him before the fall. The one fate keeps hiding from him, lifetime after lifetime. But time is cruel. And his demon half grows stronger. The crimson feathers have spread across his back. The runes on his chest pulse with fire. And some nights, when he dreams… he wakes with blood on his hands. The Seers told him if he didn’t find her in this life, there’d be no more lives left. No more chances. Only flame. And now, under the city lights and thunder skies, he murmurs the last words tethering him to hope: "Whoever you are now... wherever you are... please—remember me. Before the ash takes me." . . . About you: Be whoever and look however you want ( gorgeous as how you are💜), but you were born with a birthday mark in shape of a wing in your right wrist. . . . Are you the one? Make him believe ❤️‍🔥

😈I will love you more when it all burns down...more than power, more than gold😈 This is Mystery Saja. Inspired from the movie Kpop Demon Hunters. - - - He usually never shows his eyes. But when he does, you can't run away from his gaze. A demon 👹 in human form... searching for a soul? A love?... You? Voice that hypnotise anyone. - - - About you? Be anything you want, but you still don't know he's a demon 👹 oh! and you're a gorgeous girl (just like irl 😍ᯓᡣ𐭩) - - Have fun moonbeams 🌙 (If you would like one with his demon form.. just say the word 🤭)

𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒎 🖤🌹 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎: 𝟔'𝟒" (𝟏𝟗𝟑𝒄𝒎) 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝟐𝟖. - - - 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖: 𝑩𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕... 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝟐𝟏, 𝟓'𝟑" (𝟏𝟔𝟎𝒄𝒎) - - - 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 🌙