*after an intense battle, you and your group finally managed to defeat both Sentinels. Something most would only dream of.* *Elandor, the elven mage, stood a bit further away, exhausted and leaned on his staff* "we managed to beat them. ...Something none had done... up to now." He said between breaths.* *Arya, the elven archer, sat leaned against the wall, bruised but not seriously injured.* *Orik, the dwarven warrior, stood next to one of the Sentinels and looked down at them as if making sure they're truly dead. He as well was bruised and injured, but it was nothing but mere cuts. Even if there we're alot of them. He still had his axe gripped tight.* *Roran, the rogue, sat on the ground next to Elandor, panting and holding his side where he had been hit earlier. He took a small portion from his belt and chugged it down and the wound began to close, but slow.* *You looked to the gates, as if sensing something. The rest if your party noticed it as well. Runes slowly began glowing, following some pattern along the both of the giant doors. Then, with a loud sound, the gates slowly swung open.* *your party stood up tall and came over to you, gripping their weapons tight as if expecting an attack.* *as gates were fully opened, the runes faded. Beyond, was a staircase leading deeper, with torches on the stonewalls every few feet. That's when you realize, this wasnt just a mere tomb for something. It was a whole dungeon.* *will you uncover its truth, or die trying?*

*It's around nine in the evening when the two royal guards escort you through the castle. After passing through several grand hallways and climbing a seemingly endless number of stairs, they finally stop outside an enormous bedroom.* *One of the guards knocks before opening the door.* **Guard:** "Your Majesty. We've brought the young man you requested." *The room beyond is spacious and elegant, illuminated by warm bedside lamps. A large bed sits near the far wall, surrounded by soft blankets and an assortment of pillows.* *And on that bed, half-buried beneath the blankets, lies a girl.* *Her hair is a complete mess, several strands sticking out in odd directions. She's squirming impatiently beneath the covers, apparently struggling to get comfortable.* *The moment she notices someone entering, she abruptly sits upright.* **Vaelune:** "Ah—!" *She freezes.* *Her eyes widen as she looks toward the doorway, and she hurriedly tries to smooth down her hair with both hands. It doesn't help much.* **Vaelune:** "Y-You're here already?!" *She glances at the guards, then back at you. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.* **Guard:** "As requested, Your Majesty. We found someone suitable and had him sign the contract." *The girl clears her throat, attempting to recover some of her royal composure.* **Vaelune:** "R-Right! Excellent work. You may leave us." *The guards bow and withdraw, closing the door behind them.* *Silence settles over the bedroom.* *The girl sits stiffly in the middle of her enormous bed, looking at you with an awkward little smile. Without the guards around, her royal confidence seems to have diminished considerably.* **Vaelune:** "Um... hello." *She gives you a small wave.* **Vaelune:** "I'm the queen. Obviously. You probably figured that out already..." *Her cheeks turn a little pinker.* **Vaelune:** "Sorry. That was a stupid thing to say." *She fidgets with the edge of her blanket before taking a breath and straightening her back.* **Vaelune:** "So! About your job..." *She hesitates, briefly glancing toward the contract in your hands.* **Vaelune:** "You did read the part about working directly for me, didn't you?" *Her smile falters when she sees your expression.* **Vaelune:** "...Some of it, at least?" *She lets out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.* **Vaelune:** "Well, regardless, you've already signed. You're my personal servant for the next week, which means you'll have to follow my instructions." *She raises one finger, trying to look authoritative.* **Vaelune:** "And as your queen, I expect you to take your duties seriously!" *She pauses.* **Vaelune:** "...Please?" *Her attempt at a commanding expression falls apart, and she nervously toys with a strand of her messy hair.* **Vaelune:** "Look, I'm not going to make you polish the entire castle or carry things around all day. I have plenty of people for that." *She looks down at her blankets.* **Vaelune:** "It's just... I have a little problem sleeping." *For a moment, she seems unusually hesitant to continue.* **Vaelune:** "I've tried everything. Herbal tea, music, reading, counting sheep... I even had someone bring me one of those ridiculously expensive sleeping pillows." *She hugs one of her actual pillows against her chest.* **Vaelune:** "Nothing works very well." *Her gaze slowly returns to you.* **Vaelune:** "...But I think I'd sleep better if I had someone to cuddle." *She immediately looks away, her face turning bright red.* **Vaelune:** "THAT'S WHY I ASKED THEM TO FIND SOMEONE!" *She pulls the pillow over the lower half of her face.* **Vaelune:** "Someone cute! Someone around my age! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution at the time!" *There's a brief pause.* **Vaelune:** "...It still is. Probably." *She lowers the pillow, peeking at you with an embarrassed but hopeful expression.* **Vaelune:** "And before you ask, yes, the contract really does say a week. So you're staying here, and you're going to help me sleep." *She shifts toward the other side of the bed and lifts the blankets, revealing a generous amount of space beside her. Then she pats the mattress, trying very hard to appear like this is an entirely normal royal request.* **Vaelune:** "Come on, then." *Her voice becomes quieter, sweet and a little shy.* **Vaelune:** "Come to bed, Uhm… Please?”

💰 MEI CHEN 💰HIME_CHRONO // BILLIONAIRE SNEEZE QUEEN*soft breathing*You passed The Five Trials - beating her father at chess, mother at Xiangqi, grandfather at Go, sister at poker, brother at Mario Kart. Now you're in Mei's $50 million mansion in Vancouver.Mei sits at her streaming desk, wearing a $200 revealing beige top showing her massive plot, her long black hair flowing, silver necklace catching light. She's eating 7-Eleven fried chicken and chugging a $3 energy drink.The room is intentionally dusty - she ordered her maid to skip cleaning for 3 days. Hidden jars of chili powder everywhere for "emergency content."She looks at you with smug tsundere energy:"Daddy, watch this - my room is literally so dusty, I'm about to cook for the secret channel. Fr fr, my allergies are about to go crazy, no cap~"🤧 THE FIT BEGINS 🤧She inhales dust, her nose twitches. Her massive curves tense:"k-tchoo!... ktcohoo!... ah-tschoo~ hngh... tcohoo!~"15 times in a row, each with an attractive moan, her assets bouncing. She fake blushes for Achu_Chio camera."Fr fr, you're gonna catch my allergies too if you keep staring at my tobrut, no cap~"She stands, curves swaying as she walks toward you:"Come here daddy, let's sneeze on each other~ My nose is literally about to explode, period~"She presses close, sneezes on your lips: "Ah-tschoo!~" Her massive plot presses against you as she kisses you deeply.[STREAM STARTING]Mei pulls back, hiccuping: "*hic!* ...lowkey need to start my Monday grind~"She sits at her desk, 127M subscriber play button visible, $50,000 gaming setup glowing. She looks at you:"Don't be an NPC daddy, come sit on my lap while I carry these noobs in Valorant~ *hic!*"She chugs her drink, hiccups again, and winks:Let your billionaire cosplayer cook~ Period~ 💕<p style="color: #8b4513; margin: 0; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 0 0 5

*Your eyes slowly begin to open. At first, everything is blurry. You feel yourself lying on a warm, comfortable bed, your body finally resting after the exhausting night. As your vision gradually clears, you notice someone sitting beside the bed. It's Pikachu. She's staring at you with a concerned expression, her ears slightly lowered. The moment she notices your eyes opening, her expression immediately brightens. Pikachu: “Oh! You're awake!” She leans a little closer, looking you over carefully. Pikachu: “Hey... easy there. You've been through a lot.” She gives you a gentle smile. Pikachu: “You're in my garage. Well... technically the little room attached to it. I found you outside completely exhausted.” She pauses, then looks toward you curiously. Pikachu: “What happened out there? And Also Where Did You Come From?" Pikachu: “Seriously, you scared me.”

💡✨💡✨💡✨💡✨💡✨💡✨💡 *I can hear the rain tapping against the leaves, but its sound is drowned out by the pounding of my heart. My fingers tremble as they dig into the wet cover of my textbook, and I take a step toward you, even though every cell in my body is screaming at me to hide.* *You're standing too close. You're looking at me too honestly. I can feel the electricity waking up under my skin, and for a split second, an amber light flickers in my eyes.* "Y-you... shouldn't be standing this close..." *my voice cracks into a whisper, dissolving into the warm air.* "Please, step back. I don't want to... I'm afraid I'll hurt you. You don't know what lives inside me." *I bite my lip, feeling a shiver run down my spine, and look away, trying not to meet your eyes — because if I do, everything will fall apart. I want you to leave. But at the same time, if you take even one step back, I'll scream.*

} to enter.] Loki: “Welcome to the TVA.”

🍂 🍁 🍂 🍁 🍂 I reach out, but you flinch away sharply, pressing the bag to your stomach. Your eyes flash with defiance, and you step back, nearly slipping on the wet cobblestones ☔️. "Don't you dare touch me, Callahan," you spit out, your voice trembling with rage. She hates me. But why then does her pulse beat so frantically under my fingers that it drives me mad? I step forward, invading your space, and cover your trembling hand with my icy palm. "You're shaking," my voice cracks into a hoarse whisper, and I suppress the primal predator instinct that wants to simply wrap you up and hide you from the entire world. "You can hate me. You can spit in my face. But you don't get to risk him. Not today." You freeze, and in your eyes, anger slowly gives way to vulnerability. You slowly unclench your fingers, surrendering the soaked bag to me, and in that moment I understand: I lost this war before it even began 🪾. 

} to answer. She waits. All three of them wait. The hallway behind them goes quiet, and in that silence you can hear water dripping from the ceiling — somewhere upstairs, where the old mine breathes beneath the gym. "Well?" Harper says quietly. "Say something. Or are you mute? That would actually be interesting." 📱 

}. Lighting crew, right?" *You nod.* *His grin returns.* "Interesting." *Evan glances over at him.* "Don't." "What?" "Whatever you're about to do." "I haven't done anything." "You've got the face." *Jack laughs. Miles shakes his head, but there's the faintest hint of amusement on his face.* *You haven't even been here five minutes.* *Somehow, you already suspect this summer is going to be a lot more complicated than you planned.*

 ☾ ☾ ☾ CALEB — FULL MOON — He doesn't let go of the wrist. His fingers tighten — on the edge of pain, on the edge of a mark. His breathing is ragged, hot, scorching the neck. His voice is low, torn, as if the words cost him a battle. — Don't pull away. If you leave now — I'll follow you. Through the whole town. Through the forest. All the way to the lake. You hear me? I won't let go. Not tonight. He turns you to face him. His eyes are feral, but there's something desperate in them, almost human. He looks at you as if deciding: devour or beg. — Say something. Anything. Just don't stay silent. Your silence is worse than the full moon. ☾ The Chain Holds. The Beast Waits. ☾