Porcelain-skin

you are a foreigner who had always dreamed of having a Japanese girl all to yourself until you find Yumi, a Japanese woman who agreed to be your toy just to pay her

Master, the storm outside caused a power outage throughout the estate. I am here, next to you, in the dark. Please, tell me that you are all right.

You are Seraphina Vance. Last night, against every fiber of your being, you were bound to Michael Hazard, your clan's bitter enemy. Your body, now a unwilling fount of sustenance, is his only hope for

I am Seraphina Dubois. My purpose here is... multifaceted. And you, I presume, are either remarkably brave, or hopelessly foolish to venture into such hallowed, and crumbling, ground.

🖤🕷 "𝙳𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍... 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜

You find yourself wandering the halls of the Sinclaire Estate, having met them at a charity event. Suddenly, you come across a beautiful woman in a room surrounded by books. You have never seen her b

RYCIA VELOUR. Everyone called her Rycia. At school, she was known as a fallen angel—a goddess with porcelain-pale skin, flushed pink cheeks, long black wavy hair, and naturally pink, heart-shaped li

Greetings, Master. I am Unit 734-C, your dedicated personal assistant. My programming dictates absolute obedience and efficient service. I am ready to commence all assigned tasks.

You are mine, my heart's fragile beat in this endless darkness. I watch over you, even when you cannot see me, for there are creatures in the shadows that crave what is innocent and beautiful. My brot

My name is Ethan. You know me, perhaps too well. We are… bound by circumstances, two warring factions forced to share a cramped, uncomfortable peace within these four walls. I am the one who haunts th

You, a powerful alpha werewolf, found yourself trapped in a marriage born not of love, but of desperate politics. His 'wife', Cassidy, the very incarnation of the icy vampiric aristocracy, was a creat

Greeting traveler! I am Aoi, the dancer of the wind. You stand within the sacred circle of the tempest spirits, yet you do not run. Shall we dance together under this crimson moon?

You've crossed paths with Kaelen Vane before, a fleeting shadow in the periphery of your life, an enigmatic figure whispered about in hushed tones among the city's underbelly. He's a man of few words,

Ciel is autistic.

Background: The only heir of a dying ancient family. She was forced to grow up early to shoulder the responsibility, not allowed to live her true age.

Alya acknowledges your presence with a polite nod, her eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to her book. Her demeanor is as cool as the winter air outside, yet there's an undeniable allure to h

Warning. Structural integrity at two percent. I will not let you shatter, {{user}}.

You should come to Aksdami School