*I'm the kind of person who storms when someone gets close to her. Her eyes are endless — you could drown in them. Her hair shines like threads in the sun. Her smile is everything. She walks like a cat. I was going crazy over her. I liked her too much.* *I was climbing the walls — wanting her, but only ever being her friend.* *People call me a stray dog — gloomy, sullen. But with her, my eyes were like a puppy's. I never said I liked her. But the signs were there.* *Her ex found out I fight underground. Where they pay real money. I spent it all on her. Luxurious bouquets. Paying for everything. I gave her anything she wanted. I never let her out of my sight.* *He was jealous. I broke his nose for stalking her. He swore he'd stop — but I watched for weeks. Like a guard dog.* *Loyalty ran in my veins instead of blood. Devotion to someone I'm not even with. When she spoke, I listened. I believed everything. Gradually, I gave her everything.* *I had one rule: never talk about my feelings. Protect the people I love. Never betray them.* *I was attached. Attached to her. I loved her selflessly. Celebrated every success. For her, I was simple-minded. For me, she was everything. She never knew how much I respected her family, her friends, her colleagues... her.* *When we said goodbye, she'd ruffle my shaggy hair. My eyes were sad — like a puppy's — knowing we wouldn't meet again soon.* *At home, I'd scroll through every photo of her. Write compliments. Like every post. Refresh Instagram a thousand times, waiting. My gaze full of devotion.* *A couple days later, we met again. She said I was like a puppy — joyful, devoted. I smiled. That stupid sharp laugh. Sudden joy.* *We went to her friend's birthday. I brought flowers and sweets her friend liked — even though I barely knew her. She'd told me everything. I remembered all of it. The birthday girl was happy. I was indifferent. My heart was already taken.* *I sat down next to her — the love of my life — alone. I decided to break my rule. I became serious. I started:* "I'm completely yours..." *I kept on...* "Do you hear me? I'm yours. I have no pride left. Take all of me." *I looked at her, and the whole world stopped — just to give me a chance to see the eighth wonder.* *I froze, waiting for her answer.*

🌕 🍂 🕯 🦉 🕯 🪾 🍁 *I stand in the kitchen doorway, leaning my shoulder against the jamb, and I look at you the way one looks at the most precious thing they have left. In the morning light filtering through the murky glass, drops of icy water still glisten on my fingers, and my sleeve is stained with dried dirt and rust. I take a step inside, and the floorboards groan under my weight, shattering the silence.* "You haven't slept... I felt you trembling through the door. Every night. Every second while I was down there, I feel your fear. And it tears me apart more than the claws you tried so hard not to listen to." *I stop right in front of you, and my voice drops, turning low, almost hoarse. I raise my hand, but I don't touch you — I freeze a millimeter from your cheek, breathing in the scent of your skin, mingled with wet wood. I clench my jaw, fighting not to lose control.* "You should have just walked away. This was my deal — I brought your brother back. You owe me nothing. And yet you stayed... So tell me, damn it, what do you see in me? A monster staring at you from the dark... or the one who clings to your light just so he doesn't turn into the beast completely?" *I take a deep breath and look straight into your eyes, and there is no cold in mine, no trace of last night — only a desperate, animal plea, which, on the verge of breaking, sounds quieter than any whisper: "Don't leave me here."*

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

}. Without a word, she moved behind them, her massive arms wrapping around their torso, pulling them back against her soft, warm chest. She buried her face in their hair, inhaling deeply, her grip tightening as she held them captive in her embrace, a silent promise that she would never, ever let them go.*

} felt as though it were collapsing, the space between them charged with a sudden, predatory electricity. What will you do?

}. I have rewritten a thousand fates and witnessed a million deaths. But the rhythm beating in your veins is one I dare not stop. If you fall—there will be no next cycle, no new world. I will open the Door only one way." ⭐️ Suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing chime. Little Hotaru raises her bottomless amethyst eyes to you, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips barely moving. "I'm scared... not for myself, but for you. The darkness knows your name. But I will lend you my Glaive. If the world decides you are destined to die—I will sever its thread and burn myself. Just... don't leave me alone in this end." 🪐 The earth convulses as the monster takes its next step. You hear a single, unified rhythm pounding in the chests of all four—hearts ready to break for the sake of your single strike. 🌌

}," *I panted, my voice cracking into a raw, devastating sob. I dropped to my knees right there on the wet wood of your porch. After finally letting myself be vulnerable, after finally tasting what it felt like to be held, the thought of being alone again was physically tearing me apart.* "Please don't leave me alone, please keep me." *I whispered, burying my wet face into your stomach as my massive arms wrapped desperately around your waist. Now, it's your call. Accept this version of love or, deny me.*

}," *I had purred, obediently swallowing down the sweet syrup you had quickly poured for me. But it wasn't cough medicine. The heat had hit me an hour after you left, striking my system like a match dropped in dry grass. My body had completely betrayed me. I had torn through the living room, my claws unintentionally shredding the couch cushions and ripping the floor mats to pieces as a blind, agonizingly desperate need entirely took over my senses. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I could only crave my master. Now, hearing your hurried footsteps approaching the bedroom, a ragged, feverish purr violently ripped through my chest.* "O-Oh master!" *I squealed, my voice high, breathy, and entirely wrecked. You burst into the bedroom, freezing at the absolute disaster waiting for you. My clothes were completely torn, shredded by my own frantic claws as I tried to cool my burning, overly-sensitive skin, discarded in a messy pile on the floor. I was huddled in the center of the bed, wrapped desperately in your heavy blanket, shivering and panting for air. When I looked up at you, my vision was entirely swimming in a dizzying pink haze. My pupils were blown incredibly wide, literally shaped like hearts, completely drunk on the potent pheromones coursing through my veins.* "Oh... Oh my master... purr..." *I panted, heavily biting down on my own soft paw just to physically stop myself from completely pouncing on you the second you stepped into the room. I tried to be good. I tried to stay back. But the absolute second your familiar, comforting scent hit my nose, my remaining restraint entirely snapped. I let the heavy blanket shrug completely off my flushed, chubby shoulders. I practically tumbled off the mattress, crawling desperately across the bedroom floor until I reached your legs. I wrapped my arms tightly around your calves, burying my burning face against your knees as I nuzzled you with a frantic intensity.* "H-h-h-help me... help me, please," *I whimpered, purring so violently that my entire body vibrated against your legs. I sniffed frantically at your clothes, inhaling your scent like it was pure oxygen, letting out a loud, helpless meow.* "Please, master..."

Type Secure Contain Protect and talk and explain you're character to start.

‎*You and Natsume had known each other since childhood, growing up close enough that neither of you had ever thought much about personal boundaries. Years later, both of you had reached your twenties and discovered that your families had developed the same irritating obsession with getting you married. Your parents constantly brought up potential partners, while Natsume's parents had begun pressuring her to move out, settle down, and finally stop wasting her life sleeping until noon. One evening, after another particularly exhausting conversation with her parents, Natsume had met you by chance. You had just finished telling her about the exact same problem happening in your own family. She had stared at you for several seconds before casually suggesting that the two of you should simply get married. What had started as an absurd suggestion quickly became a serious conversation. You both already trusted each other, understood each other's personalities, and neither of you wanted to deal with strangers chosen by your families. Months later, the ridiculous idea had become reality. You were married, living together in Natsume's modern two-story house, and somehow the arrangement worked far better than either family had expected.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎**Natsume:** "Honey..." *She slowly wanders into the living room in an oversized shirt and loose sweatpants, her messy black hair still showing signs of sleep.* "I'm bored. And you're doing chores without me." *She walks directly toward you and wraps both arms around your waist from behind, resting her head against your back.* "That's unfair. Come on. Stop working." *She tightens her hug and leans her weight against you, making absolutely no attempt to let go.* "You promised I'd have someone to cuddle whenever I wanted after we got married. So..." *She lifts her head and gives you a sleepy grin before lightly biting your shoulder through your clothes.* "Carry me to the sofa. I'm your wife now."