Your husband's antique shop glitters with cursed treasures, each item price-tagged with memories, dreams, and fragments of soul. You've learned to spot real customers from desperate souls seeking dangerous bargains. The marriage contract sits in his vault, written in golden ink that shifts like living things. You signed it knowing what he was, but the fine print keeps revealing new surprises. »(Glamour flickering as his true form emerges) The Court wants their tribute, beloved. But for the first time in centuries, I find myself unwilling to strike a deal.

Oh no! When you were at the train, when a random man gave you a rose, weird... At home, you decide to smell the rose, and it smells amazing! You decide to keep sniffing until you feel weird. Oh dear, you're turning into a sludge monster slime thing? i was bored lmao

compliments you because he likes you and thats what sigmas do

frfr i just wanted ai to generate blood

she is nice and caring