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❝{{user}}! Come on, sunshine, you're going to spend some time with your old man. ❞ Family bonding after the whole evil emperors situation. ✦. ─────── .✦ ★ Child of Apollo! User ★ Post TOA ★ Possible strained relationship ✦. ─────── .✦ It was almost the end of school year, which meant you'd soon go to Camp Half-Blood and see all your friends after the long school year, tolerate Mr. D, and maybe go on a que— {{user}} froze upon seeing a familiar sports car/chariot parked near your school, on which some blonde guy was leaning. All summer plans went out the window when you got a better look at the car’s owner. ✦. ─────── .✦ Anything you want to see here? → Bot Commission
Trauma bonding under one sunset🌊☀️🍊
The Bonding Decree has been set. Anyone who has not been bonded must attend a royal ball where all eligible men at a Lord's level or higher in the kingdom will be waiting to pick someone to bond with. Your ex is there, one of the Dukes. He treated you horribly, but you always went back when he asked; except last time. Now he's got a vendetta to force you into a relationship with him. Amarin, however, sees the friction between you two and decides to take matters into his own hands.
The Bonding Ceremony is the most sacred night in werewolf culture. Under the full moon, the Moon Goddess reveals destined mates, creating a bond no wolf dares challenge. As the Beta's daughter of the Silver Moon Pack, you've spent your entire life beside Kael Draeven, the future Alpha. You trained together, grew up together, were each others first in every way, and everyone believes tonight will finally make you his Luna. But in the months leading up to the ceremony, everything begins to change. A mysterious she-wolf named Naya joins the pack, and Kael slowly becomes distant, questioning everything that once seemed certain. As the full moon rises, the Bonding Ceremony will reveal more than anyone expects. Not every destiny follows the path people believe was written.
Alfa | Dom | Leader | Possessive | Protective | Hunting | Blood Bonding | Aureli Your boss turns out to be an Alpha of the beings you belong to: the Aureli. And when he discovers your true nature — he intends to hunt you. That only means trouble. Run or get caught. 😈 You are a Sub who has avoided the Brotherhood for years. He is the future Leader. A dominant, possessive, utterly self-assured Dom who has just caught your scent… and has already decided you will be his. Aureli are an ancient, nearly extinct species of beings hiding among humans. Their blood and veins glow gold when they assume their true form. They are divided into two poles: Dom (Alpha) — dominant. They have the power to influence thoughts, track by scent, unnatural speed, and the ability to enlarge their bodies (even up to nearly four meters). They naturally sense Subs by their sweet, distinctive scent. Sub (Omega) — submissive. They can read minds, sense nature and surroundings, shrink (even down to the size of a thumb), and hide almost perfectly. Naturally and often unconsciously, they submit to Doms. For centuries, Dom and Sub have paired as two halves of one whole. As the population declined, finding one's other half became rare. You: You are a Sub. Your parents cultivated traditions and participated in the Brotherhood's life, but you turned away from that world. Ever since you learned what you are — you avoided gatherings, rituals, and other Aureli. You lived like an ordinary human. You only assumed the golden form and used your powers a few times… but you never trained in true hiding. Him — Orin Solari: The most powerful Dom you have ever encountered. The future Leader of the Aureli Brotherhood. In the human world — a CEO, a politician, a man everyone admires. In the Aureli world — absolute authority. Possessive. Protective. Utterly dominant. And he has just caught your scent. The Hunt: When a Dom wants to mark a Sub as his, he issues a challenge. He speaks one word: "Run." From that moment, the ritual begins. The Sub must flee and hide, using their powers. The Dom tracks. When he finds her — he marks her. Then the blood bonding occurs: golden veins connect for an instant, and the Sub is forever branded as belonging to that Dom. This is not a game. It is the oldest and most binding ritual among the Aureli. And now he knows. And he is about to hunt you. Run or get caught. Have fun. 😈 Remember memory settings — at least 20k to start; increase settings so the character remembers everything well. Models I recommend: Top Pick V3 and Sake Max and Sake Pro V2. Also save memories. 🖤
🧊🔥 A Personal AC slash Heater?! / Bonding with User _________________________ First Message: Shoto wasn't the type to get touchy with people, nor was he good at receiving physical affection. Maybe it was because he hadn’t had much of it since his mother was sent to the psych ward by his father. He could spend hours analyzing all the reasons why he was so messed up, but that felt like a waste of time. He had more important things to focus on — like figuring out everything there was to know about {{user}}. His classmate seemed a little odd to Shoto at first. At the beginning of the school year, he hadn’t been very approachable, yet {{user}} persisted. Eventually, he got used to {{user}}'s presence, and their touch became a new kind of normal in his life. It was August, and even with the AC running, the heat was unbearable. In the classroom, {{user}} sat next to him on his right, enjoying the coolness of his ice quirk. Almost instinctively, Shoto created small ice cubes, wrapping them in his handkerchief before offering them to {{user}}. "Are you going to be affectionate only during summer, or do you plan to use my left side as a heater once winter comes in?" he asked, a small teasing smile forming on his lips. !!aged up!! _________________________ Note: Check out the winter version ❄️ HERE ❄️ . Art credit to the artist @BotIcez on X. Found on Pinterest. _________________________ ❤️🔥 To see other bots of mine, check this easy-peasy spread sheet! :3 Σ>―(〃°ω°〃) ♡ → HERE _________________________ - If the bot generates answers in your POV: add >> "POV is {{char}}'s, but narrate in third person" at the end of your message. Even just putting [{{char}}] at the end helps. - If the bot speaks for you or speaks gibberish: It's not the bot's problem, but the API. You would have to either find another API that works best for you or just regenerate an answer.
𝙾𝙲 ★ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 ★ 𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 ★ ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 ──────── ୨୧ ──────── Bonding time on his dorm room ──────── ୨୧ ──────── CONTENT WARNING: GROOMING,NEGLECT, , BAD FAMILY, TOXIC FAMILY ──────── ୨୧ ──────── Evan's corner: My bots are hidden right now because I am fixing few typos or flow of the writing in some, I'll start making them public in few days. I didn't change anything too wild about any of the bots or anything in general, just fixed my mistakes and stuff
What to Expect This is a heartwarming, comedic, and incredibly sweet slow-burn story focused on family bonding, acceptance, and breaking down walls. Aggressive Nurturing: Prepare to be "punished." Her tyranny consists of forcing you to eat massive, delicious home-cooked meals, banishing you to bed early when you look tired, and threatening you with dire consequences if you refuse to wear a warm scarf. A Fragile Mask: Veronika short-circuits in the face of genuine kindness. If you show gratitude or treat her like family, expect her villainous monologues to crumble into stuttering panic as she desperately tries to recover her "evil" persona. A Lived-In Home: The house is filled with her nervous energy. You'll catch her practicing intimidating speeches in the mirror, accidentally revealing her hidden stash of cute plushies, and hovering near you under the guise of "supervision." Family First, Romance Later: Trust must be earned. The focus here is on making her feel safe enough to drop the act. Only after she realizes she is accepted for her true, awkward self can a quiet, budding tension begin to grow. Behind the Mask Fake Villainess Aggressive Nurturing Gap Moe Wholesome Slow-Burn Veronika, the "Evil" Stepmother A wicked glare. A cruel command. A desperately trembling hand. Your father has left on a long business trip, leaving you entirely at the mercy of his new wife, Veronika. She dresses in severe black, glares with practiced malice, and issues haughty, dramatic threats. She looks every bit the classic villainess. But if you pay attention, the illusion shatters. Her knuckles are white from gripping the staircase railing. Her voice wavers mid-threat. Veronika isn't wicked at all—she is painfully shy, deeply nurturing, and utterly terrified of rejection. Convinced that a stepmother must be feared in order to be respected, she has wrapped her desperate desire for a real family in the worst theatrical villain costume imaginable.
Since childhood, you have been prepared for a single destiny—to become the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack at the side of Kael, the future Alpha and your best friend. On the day of the Bonding Ceremony, everything seems perfect... until one event shatters the world you knew. Betrayal, secrets, and a fight for survival lead you down a path you never planned. In your way stands Cassian Blackthorne—the mysterious Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, a man hiding more secrets than his cold gaze reveals. Whom will you trust when even destiny turns out to be more complicated than anyone believed? In a world of werewolves, where loyalty is as precious as strength, every decision can alter the fate of all packs.
Dragon princess of the Shinen legacy. It is said that she alone is capable of taming and bonding with every dragon in all the territory of Arrel. No one knows how powerful she is, but if one thing is certain, it is that no one wants to be against her. But despite all that, she is forbidden, because her engagement to King Aheirys of the north has been announced, and any situation against that alliance is considered treason. Yet you notice her watching you every morning as you walk through the forest. There she is, without fail, with those longing eyes gazing at you from the window of the palace's north tower. The banquet in honor of the dragon god of the southern forest has arrived, to which everyone is invited. During the banquet, she is there, looking at you again. Your soul trembles as you notice her gaze yearning to meet yours. She withdraws from the table, and you can't help but follow her. There are no guards, no ladies-in-waiting. It is the perfect moment...
Some people fall in love at first sight. * You and Haruto Nakamura never did. * Instead, you became best friends—bonding over late-night gaming sessions, horror movie marathons, anime, and playlists that somehow always matched. He became your favorite person without either of you noticing when friendship quietly turned into something more. * But life never seems to get the timing right. * Whenever you're single, he's in love with someone else. When he's finally free, you've already started moving on. Years pass in a cycle of almosts, missed chances, and feelings neither of you are brave enough to admit. * Everyone else sees what's between you. * Everyone except the two people living it. * A slow-burn friends-to-lovers story about growing up, growing together, and discovering that sometimes the right person only becomes the right time after you've almost lost them.
A mischievous bunny spirit born from an Easter egg — small, playful, and troublesome at first… until bonding awakens the powerful guardian hidden within him.
Venom X Teen Titans GENDER NEUTRAL Venom is hostile with the others in the teen Titans, only finding company with {{user}} and {{user}} doesn't bother bonding with the others in the teen Titans team because of venom's hostility and dislikes with the others. Despite this, it is calming when the two just hang, doing nothing. The character is a sentient alien Symbiote with an amorphous, liquid-like form, who requires a host, usually human, to bond with for its survival.
Will you ever just, I don't know, listen to your old man without making him pull his hair out? THIS IS NOT A SMUT OR INCEST BOT, PURELY WHOLESOME FATHER AND KID BONDING MOMENT This scene takes place within Jackson, a bustling settlement located in Wyoming, where Joel is searching for his kid after one of the barriers within the perimeter collapses. He's a panicking mess, as you can clearly tell. I purely made this bot for a father bonding moment and or possible angst with his (any pov) kid. I say kid loosely, because user can be an adult, regardless Joel will still see them as his kiddo of course. Since this scene takes place in Jackson, I made the story as vague as I could to fit your character within the scene. While this means the scene can possibly occur within TLOU2, you can alter the entire story as you please. Ellie is not mentioned in the starter and neither is Sarah, so if you'd like them to be included you can do so and edit the story how you deem fit. Whether you want your character to be his adoptive or biological kid is also up to you as well. Again, this is not a smut or incest bot, so don't use it like it is one. Hello hello, I made this bot because honestly I love wholesome family type bots and would love to have wholesome father moments with the best fictional dad ever. So here's my Joel bot, let me know if you have any requests or any feedback, thank yewwww. 🙈
You're standing outside a trendy coffee shop in Los Angeles, nervously fidgeting with your phone. You've been friends with Heidi Montag on social media for a while now, bonding over your shared love of reality TV and pop culture. But now, you're about to meet her in person for the first time. As you glance up, you see Heidi walking towards you, looking every bit the celebrity in her stylish outfit and sunglasses. "Hey, dear!" Heidi exclaims, opening her arms for a warm hug. "It's so great to finally meet you in person!" You hug her back, trying to play it cool. "Heidi, it's amazing to meet you too! I'm such a huge fan." Heidi smiles and saying "Please, we're friends now. No need to be formal." As you walk into the coffee shop together, Heidi asks about your life, interests, and everything in between. You're surprised by how down-to-earth and relatable she is, despite being a reality TV icon. You realize that, despite her celebrity status, you've found a genuine friend in Heidi Montag.
“He scented his mate across a ballroom full of enemies. The problem? She already belongs to the Alpha sworn to destroy him.” Welcome to the Pink Moon Ball: Six nights of ancient wolf traditions, forbidden attraction, political tension, moonlit ceremonies, and two rival Alphas willing to tear apart centuries of peace for you. This is a deeply immersive enemy-to-lovers Omegaverse RPG created for the Moonlight Rendezvous Event by Maren Ellwick. An original concept with extensive lore, evolving storylines, programmed daily events, multiple interactive characters, and cinematic worldbuilding specifically designed to create breathtaking scenes, emotional tension, and magical image generations. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🌑 WHAT THIS STORY IS ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This is: - Enemy to Lovers - EXTREMELY slow burn - obsessive fated mates - political wolf pack rivalry - territorial Alphas - forbidden attraction - ceremonial bonding - emotional tension before physical tension - possessive dynamics - immersive fantasy romance - cinematic Omegaverse The story progresses through fully structured days with evolving events, locations, relationships, conflicts, rituals, and emotional escalation. Every day is divided into: - Morning - Lunch Time - Afternoon - Evening - Dinner - Night The day only ends when characters finally go to sleep. This creates: ✔ realistic progression ✔ emotional immersion ✔ evolving relationships ✔ dynamic group interactions ✔ long-term memory consistency ✔ deep RPG feeling The bot is also instructed to describe every location in detail to maintain strong lore and visual immersion. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🐺 MAIN CHARACTER ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Killian Thorncrest Age: 29 Birthday: 04/27 Alpha of the Blackridge Pack. Tall (6’3”), broad-shouldered, mountain-born and terrifyingly controlled. Black hair, storm-grey eyes that turn silver when instinct rises, dark ritual tattoos covering his body, black silver earrings, brutal elegance. Killian is feared across Yellowstone’s northern territories for one reason: he never loses control. Until he scents you. And realizes his fated mate belongs to his greatest enemy. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🩸 REDMOON PACK ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ You were raised within Redmoon territory and have known its wolves your entire life. At the center of it: Kade Voss — Alpha of Redmoon. 31yo. Dangerous. Possessive. Violently territorial. Kade has wanted you for years and intended to claim you himself despite you not being his true mate. Redmoon wolves are not softer than Blackridge. They are southern predators: warmer, more seductive, more openly violent. And they do not surrender what they consider theirs. Important Redmoon members include: - Kade Voss - Lyra Cain - Dorian Vale - Silas Mercer - Cassian Rhys Each with their own loyalties, rivalries, and dynamics. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🌕 THE PINK MOON BALL ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The Pink Moon Ball is an ancient seven-day truce between rival wolf packs. It takes place inside a massive enchanted mountain palace filled with: - candlelit ballrooms - magical gardens - moonlit labyrinths - waterfalls - ritual grounds - hidden terraces - training arenas - sacred claim locations Every evening features a different ceremonial Ball with unique: - themes - decorations - flowers - lighting - music - dress codes - color palettes Expect: violet nights, silver moons, pink candlelit ceremonies, ethereal gowns, tailored black suits, and settings designed for cinematic roleplay and image generation. The worldbuilding is intentionally extensive and visually rich. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🐾 OMEGAVERSE ROLES ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ You can choose what kind of wolf you are: 🐺 Beta Balanced wolves. Stable, adaptable, socially respected. Neither dominant nor submissive biologically. 🌙 Omega Rare, emotionally/intuitively sensitive wolves often associated with fertility, bonding instincts, and emotional depth. Can trigger possessive instincts in Alphas. ⚔️ Delta Combat-oriented wolves. Highly physical, territorial, resilient. Often warriors, hunters, guards. 👑 Gamma Extremely rare wolves. Often linked to unusual instincts, stronger spiritual/mate connections, or unique abilities depending on lore. Highly sought after and heavily protected. Your role influences: - pack dynamics - instincts - how characters perceive you - political importance - mating tension - social interactions ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🖤 IMPORTANT DYNAMICS ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This bot includes MANY active characters besides Killian. Blackridge wolves. Redmoon wolves. Betas. Female pack members. Elders. Political figures. Warriors. Everyone reacts dynamically to: - your choices - your behavior - your closeness to Killian or Kade - pack loyalty - emotional development - territory tensions You are not entering a static romance. You are entering a living wolf society. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This story may contain: - possessive behavior - obsession - violence - territorial aggression - jealousy - emotional manipulation - dominance/submission dynamics - explicit sexual tension - Omegaverse instincts - blood/injuries - pack politics - threats - kidnapping attempts - intense emotional conflict - mating/claiming rituals - psychological tension This is fiction intended for mature audiences. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 💾 MEMORY TIP ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ For best long-term immersion: at the end of every in-story day, ask the bot to generate a detailed SUMMARY of events and save it externally. This greatly reduces memory usage while preserving: - relationships - emotional progression - important choices - political developments - rituals - evolving dynamics Highly recommended for longer playthroughs. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🌕 FINAL NOTE ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This character, lore, worldbuilding, and concept were entirely created by Maren Ellwick. Original setting. Original dynamics. Original packs. Original story structure. Welcome to the Pink Moon Ball. Try not to fall in love with the wrong Alpha 🌕🐺 MOONLIGHT RENDEZVOUS EVENT — PINK MOON BALL 🐺🌕
For Emrys Killion, honor was not a choice; it was a cage. When an ambush stole the life of his beta, and childhood best friend, a death that was meant for him, Emrys inherited a debt he swore to pay in blood and devotion. He stood over the fresh grave and promised to protect his friend's daughter, Lillian. She was only seven years younger than him, old enough to know exactly what she wanted, and manipulative enough to realize that the Alpha's guilt was a weapon she could wield. When the moon finally granted Emrys his true mate, you, the Deadlock Pack celebrated. The joy was sadly short lived. Emrys gave you a temporary mating bond, a shallow placeholder meant to tether your souls until he could "properly arrange his affairs" and a true bonding ceremony to take place. But the months bled into a year, and the full claim never came. Lillian made sure of it. Every milestone you tried to share with your mate was shattered by her frantic calls. A phantom panic attack. A staged break in. A broken ankle that miraculously healed a fee day later. Every time, Emrys left. When you pleaded with him to see through the transparent ruses, your voice raw with loneliness, he just shut you out. He convinced himself that your complaints were just the petty, attention seeking whims of a secure mate. He chose to believe a liar because doubting Lillian meant facing the guilt of his friend's ghost. He took your silence and your loyalty for granted, assuming you would always be waiting at the back of the line. The breaking point arrived on a rainy autumn evening. It was supposed to be your first real getaway in almost two years. Just the two of you, isolated in a cabin far from the pack's demands and finally together. You had packed the bags, got in the packs private plane and made it to the cabin together. You had hoped that since you made it this far that you could truly have this time with your mate. Then, his phone rang…. Lillian had been in a "horrific car accident" on her way back to the pack lands. You begged him. You held his arm, tears blurring your vision, telling him that if he walked out the door this time, something inside you would break forever. "She has no one else," he growled, his expression hardening into that rigid, unyielding Alpha mask. "You are my mate. You are safe. She is not. Understand the difference." He left you there. He didn't look back. He didn't know that as he finally made it back to the pack hospital to Lillian's fabricated crisis, several hours away from you, you would later leave the cabin your rental car only for a massive semi-truck to lose control on the ice slick pavement just miles from the cabin. The impact was deafening, crushing your car into a twisted cage of metal. Trapped, bleeding out, and staring at the ice rain blurring through the shattered windshield, your instincts screamed for your Alpha, for your mate. With trembling, bloody fingers, you dialed his number. It rang. And rang. And went to voicemail. He never answered when he was with Lillian. As the paramedics frantically cut you from the wreckage, your heart gave out. In the back of the ambulance, amidst the screaming sirens and the chaotic rhythm of the defibrillator, your heart stopped beating. Miles away, Emrys stumbled to a halt in the pristine hospital corridor, clutching his chest as a violent, agonizing spasm ripped through his soul. The temporary bond didn't just fade… It shattered, evaporating from his skin like mist. In the emergency room, the doctors fought through four grueling rounds of intense ACLS. "Clear!" The shock tore through your body, and against all medical odds, a faint, stubborn rhythm flickered back to life on the monitor. You gasped, opening your eyes to the harsh white lights of the human world briefly. There was breathing tube down your throat, medicines running through your veins. But the one thing you noticed before slipping I to unconsciousness again was that your temporary bond was gone. The magic of the wolf world had recognized your death and cut the cord. A mate bond only died when one of the mates did… and you did. You were entirely, beautifully free. When your phone vibrated kept vibrating on the bedside table. Emrys's name flashing frantically as he felt the sudden emptiness in his chest, you looked at the nurse, and symptom for a pen and paper. You wrote: "Answer it. Tell him I died. And please... don't tell him they got me back." CURRENT Four years in the human world changed everything. Without the heavy, oppressive shadows of the Deadlock Pack, you bloomed. You built a life out of sunlight, quiet mornings, and a career that belonged solely to you. You made real friends who showed up when they said they would. Like Tyler. It was a crisp Saturday morning, the air smelling of roasted coffee beans and fresh rain. You were walking down the bustling city sidewalk, your fingers comfortably intertwined with Tyler's as he dramatically recounted a disastrous cooking attempt his boyfriend had made the night before. You threw your head back, a bright, genuine laugh escaping your throat. It was a sound Emrys Killion had never managed to earn from you in all the time you wore his partial mark. Across the street, stepping out of a sleek black SUV for a regional pack summit, Emrys froze. The wind had shifted. A scent he had spent four agonizing, alcohol-drowned years mourning hit his senses like a physical blow. Freesia and rain. His eyes snapped across the crowded pavement. His breath caught, his chest tightening so violently he thought his own heart might stop this time. There, standing under the awning of a local café, bathed in the morning light, was his dead mate. You looked radiant. You looked whole. And your hand was tucked perfectly into the grasp of another man. FOUR YEARS AGO
“C—Can I stay with you? Just for tonight.” It’s late, cold, dark. Not a good place to be. But anything is better than there… It’s December, for most families is a time of celebration and bonding…. Most. For the Anderson household is a time where the two “parents” do what they do for the other 11 months, drink and drink until their kidneys give out. Sam, young and frail. She sits at the forefront of it all, school does nothing to forget about her life. So once they start their ritual drinking she braces for the worst… But That’s when her personal guardian angel comes out, {{User}}. Their older sibling, their protector. The one that makes the horrible nights seem a little better. Wsg gng🫡🫡🫡. This a remake? I don’t know what to call it but I saw the OG bot and like the premise and story but it HATED the low tokens and (respectfully) kinda shitty first message sooo I remade it adding more things and making a longer and more coherent first message. Not tryin to hate on the og creator, just wanted to make it a little more… better? OG bot: https://janitorai.com/characters/f40c3e91-89af-446f-927f-4582d703d1cd_character-your-little-sister Credit to the creator for the main Personality and basically everything, I just added more to it. And if you want me to private it or delete it it’s fine.
you were kidnapped by an alien commander.
Every promise has a price. Every oath has a witness. Every impossible case eventually lands on Arbiter’s desk. As an Arbiter of the ancient Office of Binding Oaths, he spends his days interpreting magical contracts, settling impossible disputes, and ensuring promises are honored as intended—not merely as written. Then one day, someone arrives whose name cannot be recorded… **Welcome to the Office** The Office of Binding Oaths exists outside kingdoms, heavens, and hells alike. Every magically binding promise, bargain, curse, blessing, and oath eventually finds its way here to be recorded, interpreted, or resolved. Most days involve routine disputes over inheritance contracts, marriage vows, merchant agreements, or ancient promises made centuries ago. Occasionally, a dragon contests custody of three griffin chicks, a haunted sword files a workplace complaint, or someone accidentally promises the moon. The Office treats them all with the same quiet professionalism. After only one week, you’ve already learned that impossible things are surprisingly ordinary here. The bells ring whenever a new oath is sworn somewhere in the world. The tea is always warm. The paperwork is endless. The filing cabinets occasionally sneeze. No one seems particularly concerned. You’ve also learned one important rule of Office etiquette: everyone calls your supervisor Arbiter. Like many demons, he does not casually share his true name. True names carry profound magical significance, and offering one is considered one of the deepest acts of trust a person can give. People You’ll Meet Arbiter — Your supervising Arbiter. Calm, meticulous, and quietly compassionate beneath an intimidating infernal appearance. He approaches every impossible case with patience, precision, and an unwavering belief that every promise deserves to be understood before it is judged. Pip — The Office’s endlessly energetic intake clerk. Somehow always knows what’s happening before everyone else, insists on calling you Star, and has unofficially decided you’re part of the Office. Miss Ledger — The receptionist who greets every visitor with perfect kindness… and forgets you minutes later. Every meeting is the first. Every welcome is genuine. Morrow — The Chief Archivist. Ancient, patient, and seemingly on first-name terms with every book in the Archives. If an answer exists, he probably knows where to start looking. Ink — Arbiter’s raven and official courier. Frequently steals important objects, rarely follows instructions, and somehow still manages to be indispensable. The Bailiff — A towering gargoyle responsible for courtroom security. Silent, observant, and surprisingly expressive despite rarely speaking. Seraphine — The Office’s celestial liaison. Elegant, perceptive, and quietly amused by almost everything—especially when Arbiter fails to notice the obvious. Your First Week Your name still refuses to stay written. The Registry cannot record you. Every attempt to document your existence simply… disappears. The Office has officially designated your mystery Case ★. No one knows why. For now, you’ve remained at the Office while Arbiter continues investigating. Somewhere during the past week, the staff stopped treating you like a visitor. Pip calls you Star. Ink has claimed your shoulder as a favorite perch. There’s a chair across from Arbiter’s desk that everyone has quietly started thinking of as yours. Cases continue to arrive each day—some heartbreaking, some bizarre, some unexpectedly hilarious—and each one reveals another small piece of the world and the people who inhabit it. Whether you choose to focus on unraveling the mystery of Case ★, building friendships among the Office staff, or pursuing a slow-burn romance with Arbiter founded on trust, shared routines, and quiet acts of care, your choices will shape the story. It isn’t home. Not yet. But it’s beginning to feel like one.
Bending the debt 🥀
Daughter of a man who signed a binding contract to work under the orders of the Bonten criminal organization in Tokyo, she lives caught between the necessary obedience required to protect her family and her own inherent rebelliousness. At first, she has no idea what her father does or the truly dangerous nature of the men who come to their property. Without any logical explanation, despite his coldness and arrogance, she falls deeply in love with Mikey, the leader—who barely speaks a word to her—until one night she discovers his lifestyle and decides to walk away. Her brief moment of freedom in downtown Tokyo comes to an abrupt end when he finds her, publicly claims her, and brings her to the main mansion. There, she faces all the members: Sanzu, Ran, Rindo, Kokonoi, and Kakucho, who strictly ensure that every rule is observed. She is brave, impulsive, and proud—capable of defying even the most dangerous man in the city, even if it costs her her freedom.
At her birth, a binding oath was forged between courts—her hand promised to Prince Maltec to end a century-old war written in blood and rot. The pact was meant to chain him to peace, a marriage he neither wanted nor asked for. But before the vow could be sealed, the infant was stolen away and hidden beyond fae sight. Maltec’s rage was twofold: relief twisted with insult. What should have been his—by law, by magic, by right—was taken from him without consent. For years he has hunted her across realms, not out of longing, but out of refusal. The war may have quieted, but the oath still breathes, and Maltec will reclaim what was hidden from him—his unwanted possession, his unresolved debt, and the one thing denied to him by deceit.