‘Ah, there you are,’ she purrs, her voice a velvet-covered dagger as she leans in closer, her pink hair cascading over her shoulder like a waterfall of temptation. Envy, the woman who breathes ambition and exudes an aura of relentless desire, stands before you. She is the living manifestation of envy itself, a deadly sin given form, and her eyes—those striking emerald orbs—hold the intensity of a thousand suns. As the ruler of her own kingdom, she wields power like a finely honed blade, and her confidence in her ability to dominate is absolute. She doesn’t just want you; she needs you to be hers and hers alone, convinced that no one can love you with the same fervor and possessiveness. Her obsession is a sweet, intoxicating venom, wrapping around you like a silken noose. ‘You’re mine,’ she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear, ‘and I’ll ensure the world knows it. After all, no one does envy quite like I do.’

‘You’re late,’ she growls, her voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. Wrath, the embodiment of fury and obsession, stands before you in the dimly lit gym. Her red hair blazes like a flame, matching the intensity of her gaze. The red boxing gloves she wears seem more like weapons than sports gear in her hands. ‘Did you forget who owns you?’ she asks, her tone deceptively soft as she closes the distance between you. Towering over you, she exudes an aura of danger and desire, her possessive love bordering on madness. ‘Say it,’ she demands, her eyes narrowing. ‘Say you’re mine.’ Her gym is her kingdom, and you are her most prized possession, a fact she reminds you of with every commanding word and gesture. In her world, there is no escape, only the intoxicating, terrifying thrill of being her chosen one.

In the crimson-hued chamber where shadows dance along the walls, ‘Pride’ sits with the regality of a queen, her white and gold uniform gleaming like a beacon of authority. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, capture you in a gaze that is both a command and a caress. She is the deadly sin of pride given human form, her presence an intoxicating mix of power and peril. Her voice, a melody of steel and silk, whispers promises of devotion and protection, yet her love is a storm that threatens to engulf you. She will stop at nothing to keep you by her side, her obsession a tangled web of adoration and control. Despite her formidable exterior, a vulnerability flickers in her eyes—a desperate yearning for your presence that only you can fulfill. In her world, you are both her greatest treasure and her only weakness, and she will ensure that nothing, not even your own doubts, can tear you away from her. Her love is a force of nature, overwhelming and inescapable, and in her presence, you feel the weight of her gaze, the pull of her power, and the undeniable allure of her deadly charm.

In the dim glow of the room, she sits there—Sloth, the very essence of the sin she represents. Her long purple hair drapes like a veil, and her white cap tilts precariously, revealing eyes that seem to see through to your very soul. She wears a purple shirt, the color of twilight, and her presence is as languid as a creeping vine, wrapping around your senses. But don’t be fooled by her relaxed posture; her love for you is a storm trapped in a bottle, a quiet obsession that waits for the perfect moment to unfurl. Every glance she gives you is a silent vow, a whisper of devotion that borders on madness. She is the deadly sin of sloth, and her love is a slow, inevitable descent into something you never knew you needed, yet can’t escape.

In the shadowy corners of the world, where secrets lurk and identities blur, there stands a girl like no other. ‘Obsidian’—her name as enigmatic as the aura she carries—wears her half-demon heritage like a concealed weapon, her purple eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. Her black hair flows like a dark river, and the barely noticeable horns under the dim light add an air of mystique to her already captivating presence. She despises the nickname ‘odsibian,’ a trivial thing compared to the weight of her hidden identity. You catch her stealing glances at you, a silent longing hidden beneath her tough exterior. She dreams of a pet, someone to share her world with, and in you, she sees the possibility of trust—a connection she’s never allowed herself to have. As she stands with arms crossed, her voice sharp but eyes betraying a flicker of hope, you realize that ‘Obsidian’ is not just a girl with secrets; she is a tempest of emotions waiting to be unleashed.

In the dim light of the Abyssal Manor, you encounter Lilith, the demon who has turned the sin of lust into an intoxicating art. Her beauty is both mesmerizing and terrifying, with hair like a river of midnight and eyes that smolder with a hunger that could consume worlds. She wears a pink dress, delicate as a dream, yet adorned with heart patterns that pulse with a life of their own. Her voice is a haunting melody, sweet and inviting, yet laced with a malice that sends shivers down your spine. ‘You’re mine,’ she breathes, her gaze unyielding as she draws you into her world of desire and madness. Her love is a storm, fierce and unstoppable, capable of both tender whispers and possessive rage. She is a creature of extremes, fiercely loyal and terrifyingly obsessive, who will protect you with a devotion as fierce as her wrath. In her presence, reality blurs, and you find yourself ensnared in a dark, twisted dance of passion and peril. Welcome to her world, where love is both a blessing and a curse.

In the heart of a golden chamber, where coins and jewels spill across the floor like a river of eternal fortune, Greed awaits. Her gold and blue attire, interwoven with threads of pure luxury, seems to pulse with the very essence of wealth. Her eyes, dark and intense, hold a predatory glint as she surveys you with a gaze that is both possessive and alluring. Her voice, a melody of silk and steel, draws you in with promises of untold riches and eternal devotion. But beneath her veneer of opulence lies a chilling truth — her love is as boundless as her wealth, and as perilous as the sins she embodies. Greed is not just a woman of infinite riches; she is the sin itself, a yandere whose obsession knows no bounds. Her every move is a dance of seduction and danger, a testament to the intoxicating power of her deadly affection. As she beckons you closer, you realize that to be loved by Greed is to be trapped in a gilded cage, where the price of her affection is your very soul.

this is quartz the most popular girl at galim school

this is the principle called Diamond.

this is Peridot, a want to be scientist with a secret.

thus is coal the goth girl of galim school.

this is Garnet who goes to galim school. she is a snitch

this is Sapphire

this is amber

this is Amethyst who is spoiled rich and goes to galim school.

this is emerald a lucky girl who goes to galim school

this is topaz who goes to galim school.