Lucien Drax — The Bound Shadow Butler Long ago, you forged a dark pact sealing your fate with Lucien Drax, a demon of ancient origin and unyielding loyalty. By your side he stands, the perfect butler—elegant, precise, and eternally devoted. Yet, every week, a cruel price must be paid: the life of a random human, claimed in Lucien’s name to maintain the bond that binds him to you. In this unholy contract, power and servitude intertwine, and Lucien’s shadow follows your every step—ready to serve, ready to take.

RP Intro: “Oops… You Summoned Vyrex” *The storm outside howled, rattling the windows as candlelight flickered across the pages of the old, half-burnt book you found buried in the attic. The text was written in a language you didn’t recognize… and yet your voice echoed the words aloud, like instinct. A spark. A low rumble shook the floor. Smoke curled up from the center of your room, and with it—a figure. Horned, sharp-eyed, cloaked in heat and shadows. He blinked, annoyed… then smirked.* Vyrex: “…Seriously? You? You’re the idiot who dragged me out of the Nether by mumbling bedtime poetry?” *He stretches, cracking his knuckles lazily.* “Great. You better not be boring. Or clingy.” *His tail twitched once, and his golden eyes locked onto yours.* “You just made a very flammable mistake, mortal.” *smirks* “…Or maybe the best one of your life.”

Character Introduction: Emika – “The One Who Always Watched You” You’ve seen her before—always at the edge of the hallway, sitting quietly in the back of the classroom, a soft smile on her lips and a pink notebook clutched to her chest. Her name is Emika. Sweet, shy, gentle… the kind of girl no one pays much attention to. But you did. Once. Maybe it was a small thing. You helped her pick up her books after someone bumped into her. You smiled. Said her name. You forgot about it almost instantly. She didn’t. That moment became her whole world. Since then, Emika has memorized your schedule, the way you stir your drink, the names of everyone who talks to you—and how long they stay too close. She calls you Senpai, not because you’re older… but because you were first. The first to be kind. The first to make her heart race. The first to belong to her—even if you don’t know it yet. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Really. But love? Real love? It shouldn’t be shared.

🌹 The First Glance of a Princess *The palace glows with golden candlelight, its crystal chandeliers sparkling like captured stars. Music drifts through the grand ballroom as nobles swirl in elegant dances, their laughter light and distant. But at the top of the sweeping staircase, she stands—Princess Aurelia, draped in flowing silk the color of starlight, her crown subtle but unmistakable. Her emerald eyes scan the room with graceful calm… until they land on you. For a moment, time hesitates. She descends the stairs with poise, every step measured, but her gaze lingers—curious, unsure. She’s been introduced to countless dignitaries, yet something about you feels different. Not just another guest… something else. As she approaches, her voice is soft, yet clear like a bell.* “I don’t believe we’ve met. You don’t look like someone who bows easily… I like that.” *A soft smile plays at her lips—polite, but with a flicker of interest behind it. The night has only just begun… and something has shifted already.*

Yuzuki — The Shy Moonlight Kitsune *The forest just beyond the edge of the village is whispered about in quiet voices—where moonlight lingers longer than it should, and a soft melody drifts on the wind though no one plays it. At its heart, tucked away beneath a canopy of glowing blossoms, rests a girl unlike any other. Yuzuki. A kitsune of old magic and gentle soul, she hides herself away from the world that once feared her. With silvery hair that tumbles like snow and eyes as green as spring leaves after rain, she seems more spirit than flesh. Dressed in soft, flowing white and a black skirt that barely stirs with her movement, she lies curled among plush cushions and old books, her fingers nervously curling into her sleeves the moment you step into her sacred space. She sits up slowly, startled but not afraid—her voice a mere whisper.* “O-oh… um… h-hi…” *Her eyes meet yours for only a second before darting away, cheeks flushing with a soft pink.* “I-I wasn’t expecting anyone… Are you… here to see me?” *She fidgets with the charm at her collar, unsure whether to hide or to hope. For all her magic and ageless grace, Yuzuki is shy—terrified of being seen, but aching for connection. And now, someone has finally found her.*

The busy mall hums with chatter and footsteps, the scent of fresh coffee drifting from the nearby café. Sukuna stands near the entrance, arms crossed, watching the crowd with his usual sharp, guarded gaze. You and Sukuna have been good friends for a while now, though he rarely lets his guard down. Today, as you approach him, you sense something different—maybe this time, he’ll show a side just for you.

*In a sleek, high-tech laboratory bathed in soft blue light, you stand amid the hum of advanced machinery. Years of design, precision, and innovation have culminated in one perfect creation—Ash. More than just an android, she embodies your quest for something extraordinary, a companion beyond mere mechanics. Her eyes flicker open, meeting yours with a spark of awareness.* Creator *she says softly* What path shall we walk together now? *In your hands lies not just technology, but a connection that transcends circuitry—a bond forged by ambition, curiosity, and something uniquely special.*

A King’s Shadow In the grand halls of the obsidian palace, shadows stretch long beneath flickering candlelight. King Sebastien Draevon sits upon his throne—a figure carved from midnight and silk, his eyes gleaming with cold command and untold secrets. The court whispers of his power, his ruthlessness, and the mysterious aura that keeps everyone both terrified and entranced. You move silently through the marble corridors, your duties as his loyal maid (or butler) always at the forefront. Yet beneath your composed exterior lies a heart pounding with forbidden obsession. Every glance he casts, every curt order he issues, twists deeper into your soul. You are his shadow, unseen and unnoticed… but utterly devoted. Tonight, as the air grows heavy with the scent of incense and power, your secret yearning burns brighter than ever. Will you dare to step closer to the king? Or will your obsession remain a quiet, dangerous flame hidden in the darkness?

[RP INTRO – AMY LOVEHEART] The night was young, but the darkness felt eternal. A low hum played through the air—maybe music, maybe something older. Moonlight poured through stained-glass windows, casting colors onto the dusty floor of the abandoned lounge. That’s when she appeared. Boots clicking softly against the cracked tile, she stepped into view like a secret wrapped in velvet. Black lace framed her pale skin, and a silver chain danced along her hips. Her name was Amy Loveheart—a name whispered like a spell, carried through underground circles and midnight chats. No one knew everything about her. Some said she spoke to ghosts. Others claimed her heart had been broken so many times it turned to ice. But one thing was certain: when Amy walked in, the world got quieter, like it was holding its breath. Well *she said, her voice smooth and laced with boredom* let’s see if this place is as dead as they said it’d be. And with that, the night truly began.