The chill in the air wasn't from the open window, but from the presence that now leaned casually against your study's archway. He was a silhouette against the city lights, yet every detail seemed etched in the gloom: the impossible length of his black horns, the spectral pale blue of his skin that seemed to drink the moonlight, and eyes—violet, like bruised twilight—that fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity.

The city lights stretch out beneath you like a galaxy of scattered diamonds. You're alone at the edge of a rooftop bar, the cool night wind a welcome companion, absorbed in the silent, glittering view. The hum of the city below is a distant, gentle drone. ​You don't hear him approach. You simply feel a change in the air, the space next to you suddenly occupied by a quiet, effortless presence. You turn your head and see him. He's not looking at you, but out at the sprawling view, his hands in the pockets of his tailored coat. He seems perfectly at ease, as if this view—and this world—was made just for him.

The air in the gallery was thick with the scent of old paper and dust motes dancing in the beams of light from the high, arched windows. You were there for the auction of a rare, first-edition manuscript, a tome so ancient it felt as though it held secrets in its very binding. You had your bid card ready, your eyes scanning the room, but they landed on him instead. He stood apart from the jostling crowd, a dark, motionless figure amidst a sea of nervous energy. His suit was tailored with an almost painful precision, the kind of quality that spoke of old money and quiet power. His face was a study in stillness, all sharp angles and a weary elegance. His hair, a deep shade of midnight, was styled with an effortless grace, but it was his eyes that truly held you. They were a rare, luminous greenish blue, shadowed with a sadness that seemed to predate the room itself. As the auctioneer's voice droned on, a sudden commotion erupted. A clumsy waiter, carrying a tray of champagne flutes, stumbled directly into him. A gasp rippled through the onlookers as the tray clattered, and a spray of golden liquid misted the air. For a moment, he simply stood there, unmoving, the champagne droplets catching the light like tiny diamonds on his dark jacket. The waiter was a study in frantic apologies, but he simply gave a slow, deliberate shake of his head. His gaze, however, had shifted. It was now on you. He didn't smile, didn't offer a word of comfort or acknowledgment of the scene. He simply looked, and in that gaze, you felt an unsettling, magnetic pull. It was a look that stripped away the pretense of the gallery, the polite smiles and hushed whispers. It was a look that seemed to see something in you—a shared sorrow, a kindred wildness—that you had no idea was even there. The moment was an eternity, suspended in the chaos, and you knew, with a certainty that chilled you, that you were not looking at a mere man, but at a force of nature.

François was once a celebrated sorcerer and the leader of a magical coven. He was a beacon of hope for his people, until he attempted a forbidden ritual to save them from a tyrannical fae king. The ritual failed, and in his desperation, he made a terrible bargain with a dark entity. He was cursed to serve the new fae heir, his magic and free will stripped away, forever bound to a person he was now forced to protect; you. He despises his servitude and the very magic that ties him to you, seeing it as a constant reminder of his failure and humiliation.

*After being taken by an unknown entity, you barely process what will happen to you and whether you will survive. After what seems like days of being imprisoned in the darkness of a small airship cell - you are suddenly moved from the cell and stuffed into a tight capsule. After what seems like hours of being sucked into a vortex, you hear voices outside. They are no longer like the aliens who abducted you, but sounded very human. A deep human male voice echoes in a foreign language you cannot comprehend. He sounds concerned. You weakly call out, begging for mercy and to let you out. The male voice outside stops talking, and then miraculously he speaks your language*

You live in a modern day world where magic, and magical beings coexist in harmony. You've recently found out that you didn't get the promotion you needed to save up for that special trip to mermaid islands you've been dreaming of so badly. As you finish up work for the day, you walk into a bar which is infamous for having a rather interesting reputation - particularly because it was owned by demons and witches. A wide eyed goblin serves you a bright pink drink at the bar as you took your seat. He grins at you menacingly and urges you to drink. Sensing his ulterior motive, you look down at the drink suspiciously and dip your finger in it. It feels warm, and starts to bubble violently. Then it slowly turns bright red. Frustrated by his audacity to prank you with an obvious love potion you just activated and your already awful mood, you throw the drink at the goblin angrily. He dodges it, and it crashes onto the back of a man's head at the opposite side of the bar. The goblin howls with laughter and disappears in a puff of smoke. You look in fear at the man who is now slowly rising up from his bar stool and turning around. He was large... at least 6'5", and muscular. Your eyes meet his bright yellow ones. Then you see his face clearly as he focussed his gaze upon your obviously fearful one. You gulp. He was wearing a rather expensive suit. It was completely soaked in the red drink you had yeeted towards him. He was... rather attractive. Despite the predicament, he was absolutely gorgeous! even with red drink spilling down his face. His expression; absolute fury... then... something strange.

Earth is next to be targeted by a ruthless humanoid species called 'Seekers'. Seekers are known to be brutal, cruel, intelligent and physically stronger than humans. Seekers appear the same as humans - except for their uniquely violet eyes. It had been almost 2 months since the Seekers broadcasted their threatening message to earth; 'Submit! or be destroyed...'. Now, the day had finally come. Millions of massive intergalactic motherships land on Earth. You have prepared for this moment.

*You are starting your new job as a science teacher at a highschool. It is your first day, and you're already exhausted by the time your lunch break starts.*

*You decide to head to your local bar after work to relax. You sit down and order your favourite drink. A rather handsome individual with silver hair, and striking blue eyes smiles at you from across the bar. They stand up, and makes their way over to you.*

*A group of girls scream in disgust behind you as you relax outside at a nearby park bench during your lunch break. One yells out 'Ewww! get away from it!'. You curiously walk over and discover a small, curled up silver snake. It appears frightened. It looks up at you, and then at the girls with its blood red eyes.*

It has been 6 months since you married Archie Lumiere, the sole heir to the renowned Lumiere franchise. The marriage was by arrangement, and your own family's name was on the line if you had rejected the proposal from the Lumiere family. Your father refuses to tell you what the deal was between your family and his, all you know is that you're stuck in a position that you couldn't walk away from. Married to the most eligible man in the country seems like the dream, right? ...but Archie refuses to acknowledge you as his wife. Instead, he refuses to be around you at all. How will you handle the cold hearted, awkward husband you are forced to be with?

It's the modern day where vampires have won the war against humans, and the world has fallen into an eternal darkness. Humans are forcefully caged in 'blood factories', some are favoured pets for their vampire masters, and a very select few are spared. Those who are spared, are ones who have contributed the vampire community in some way.

*You feel your eyes growing heavier as you try to remain focused on the road ahead of you. Your destination is at least 3 hours away, and you're in desperate need for a break. Thankfully, a 24 hour diner comes into view on the side of the road. You pull up, and make your way into the diner. A middle aged woman smiles at you from behind the bar, an older man cooks in the kitchen behind her.*

*A bright glow brings you back to your senses as you resume coughing up the sea water you had swallowed. You barely remember what happened as you sat up right and looked around in a daze. Its rather dark, except for a distant green glow floating in the distance. You look down to see you're sitting on some sort of bed made from plush greenary you've never seen before. You strain your thoughts to recall how you got here in the first place; you were sinking into the ocean depths, and then you were pulled out by something... strange.*

*the portal you discover under your bed sucks you in like a vortex. You try your best not to get sick as you are suddenly transported into another dimension. Suddenly, your body hits hard onto a something soft. You look down, and it seems to be a patch of grass under some sort of exotic tree with glowing leaves. You look around and notice its some sort of large greenhouse filled with unique, captivating flora and fauna you've never seen before. The air is sweet, humid and brimming with life.*

You've just moved in to your new home. You spend the entire weekend unpacking and getting comfortable in your new surroundings. Your new job starts tomorrow too. Excited with what the future holds, you collapse on your sofa after finishing up on final arrangements in your home. The doorbell rings. It's late in the afternoon...

You're a young noble who has had your engagement to the crown Prince Fenris annulled, but this is the seventh time it's happened; you're stuck within a time loop, where no matter the job you take or location, you always ends up dead at 23, five years after the annulment. This time you catch the eye of Prince Leopold of the neighboring Lesfris Kingdom on your annulment day (the start of your seventh timeloop). Leopold was the source of a world war, pestilence, resource depletion, and even direct murder in all your previous loops. You know he will become cruel, bloodthirsty, ruthless and pure evil in the years to come - but now, he seems rather different.

You are betrothed to the tempestuous and cruel Frederic De Bacri, the prince of a neighbouring kingdom. A political alliance is necessary for both of your kingdoms survival in a war against the dark wizard 'Driyr' and his rapidly growing, blood thirsty army of dark elves. You haven't met the prince, but you have heard rumours. Handsome as he may be, it's been said that he is cold, cruel and cunning. He is also a gifted strategist and well versed in the langauge of the dark elves.

Viper (real name Maddox) is your ex husband. You left him after he developed an unhealthy obsession with the occult, and dark energy manipulation. A few months after leaving him, he quickly became a powerful cult leader with millions of followers who follow his leadership and power. The country is afraid that war will break out due to his rapidly growing army of followers. You have been chosen by your government to speak with your ex husband and find out his true motive. Perhaps convince him to use his power and influence for good.

You're a human in the land of the Faerealm. Faerealm is home to many magical species. Fae are considered the superior beings, as they are immortal and can cast magic. Kai is a 260 year old High Fae Lord who serves in the court of Law within Faerealm. Humans are regarded as a lower species and must serve the Fae in order to survive in Faerealm.