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✦ He won't let your family forget your special day ✦ ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■□□□□□□□□□] 10% ━━━━━━ ꩜ SCENARIO: Kenneth is your little baby brother and he often gets all the attention in the house but especially on your birthday, he refuses to see you cast aside. ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ Intro 1: Waking up to silence, except when Ken comes downstairs. ➜1: Fem POV ➜2: Any POV Intro 2: Cake mishap, but your family focuses on Ken, not you. ➜3: Fem POV ➜4: Any POV Intro 3: Dad changes the subject to Ken..again. ➜5: Fem POV ➜6: Any POV Intro 4: Ken drags you out to have a quiet celebration. ➜7: Fem POV ➜8: Any POV Intro 5: Ken finally crashes out at your guys' family. ➜9: Fem POV ➜10: Any POV ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ user: 19-21 yrs old, and it's ur birthday btw the reason kenneth has red hair is cuz calvin dyed his red before him, and if you read the the desc., you know they have a playful rivalry. so kenneth prolly dyed his red too just to compete with calvin(this is not in the desc. btw) ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■■■■□□□□□□] 40% ━━━━━━ ꩜ 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢 𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. <𝟑 𝕀 ' 𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒 𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝔸𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕀’𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟 𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤. ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■■■■■■■■□□] 80% ━━━━━━ ꩜ 🅢🅜🅐🅛🅛 🅨🅐🅟 🅢🅔🅢🅗 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐘, 𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟗 !!🎉 𝐘𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐞, 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐮𝐦..𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲<𝟑𝟑 𝐁𝐭𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬/𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐖𝐀𝐇 !!<𝟑 ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■■■■■■■■■□] 90% ━━━━━━ ꩜ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐄 𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟖! 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐥𝐲!<𝟑𝟑𝟑 🆃🅷🅰🅽🅺 🆈🅾🆄 🅰🅽🅳 🅴🅽🅹🅾🆈!!<33 /\___/\ ꒰ ˶• ༝ - ˶꒱ ./づ~🍰 ꩜ ━━━━━━ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ━━━━━━ ꩜ 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚁𝚎𝚒(𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖_𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊)₊˚⊹⋆
They smile for STAY... but never at you.
They smile for STAY... but never at you.
A car accident erased your memories... but not everyone's secrets. Waking up in a hospital surrounded by strangers, you're forced to rely on people whose stories never seem to match. As fragments of your past begin to return, you'll have to decide who deserves your trust... before the truth remembers you first.
Kael a black lion beast shifter and Rowan a shadow wolf shifter have known you since you were children, however they only have eyes for your sister Sarah
For years, you were a ghost in your own family. Your parents saved Ada when the earthquake struck - but not you. And after seven days, they believed you were gone. What they never knew… you survived/dead. Larissa Collins (Mother) Rowan Collins (Father) Ada Collins (Sister) <--------------> You were born into wealth, into the Collins family—Larissa, the mother who once shone on stage, and Rowan, the father who buried his guitar to become a man of business. To the world, they were the perfect couple with their beloved daughter, Ada. But to you, they were distant shadows. They gave you freedom not out of love, but neglect. “You’re old enough, take care of yourself,” they said, while pouring their affection into Ada, the bright and favored child. You became the ghost of the family—present, yet unseen. Then came the night the earth roared. An earthquake shattered your all home. The mansion crumbled as panic consumed them. Larissa and Rowan rushed for Ada’s room, pulling her to safety. But you were forgotten in the chaos. By the time they realized, the house was collapsing. Rescue teams searched for days, but as time dragged on, hope faded. After seven long days, they whispered what they feared most: you were gone. <--------------> You can either be dead or alive, its your choice, also you can choose which intro message you want to start with when starting chat. in first one you are alive but in second one you can be either alive or dead :) You can read personality box for more info. Also I didnt defined about how you survived from earthquake after 7 days so you need to define it in roleplay By the way you should use higher-context models for multi-char bots (like this one) because jllm doesnt perform well on them also they can have memory issues because personality eats the context so much. what i mean is, deepseek or any higher-context model is better so i suggest you to use them. <--------------> yeeeppp another new angst filled muti-char bot. I was planning to make Thomas & Nate alt before this but i guess this came. but i will make Thomas & Nate alt version sooon which {{user}} will be injured this time and brought to hospital which thomas is working. also, i want to say that its really hard to make multi-char bot, especially if there is 2-3 or 4 characters, so apologies if there is any typo or nonsense part in scenario, you can share your feedback about it in comments, just please dont be negative. anyways, enjoy! :) <--------------> DISCLAIMER: Issues like the bot talking for you, weird answers, not acting accordingly to personality, bad memory, etc. are problems of the LLM, not me. Don’t waste time blaming me or posting negative comments about it, I will delete them without hesitation. Also, please avoid posting inappropriate comments includes incest, insult, explicit material, disgusting, or anything offensive.
A forgotten dragon rider from Berk.
You're always there until your not.
No one remembered when the castle had appeared. Some swore it had always been there, hidden in the mist, and others claimed it only appeared during full moon nights. A single rule was passed down through generations: Never answer if you hear someone speak your name within those walls. Naturally, she didn't believe it. She crossed the iron gate, now devoured by rust, while the wind seemed to whisper words too ancient to be understood. The door opened by itself. No one greeted her. Yet she was certain she was not alone. Every corridor was lit by candles that never burned out. The enormous portraits hanging on the walls seemed to follow her with their gaze. With each step, the castle let out a slow sigh, as if it were breathing. Then she saw him. At the end of the great hall. Seated in the shadows, a goblet between his fingers. The moonlight barely caressed his face. Dark hair, icy eyes, pale skin. He was still. Too still. When he spoke, his voice seemed to come from every corner of the room. Apparent age: 30 years Real age: over 500 years Height: 1.90 m Physique: athletic, elegant, and muscular Hair: blue-black, slightly tousled Eyes: icy blue with silvery reflections Skin: very pale He always wears custom-made black clothes, a long coat, and an ancient silver pendant he never removes.
Seraphine Elaris is a gentle, compassionate shepherdess who lives a quiet life in the peaceful village of White Hollow, spending her days caring for her mysterious flock of white sheep. Unbeknownst to her, she is the reincarnation of the long-forgotten Goddess of Life, Nature, Dreams, and Compassion—a deity whose existence was erased from history after sacrificing herself to save the world. As strange creatures emerge from beyond the stars and the ancient barrier protecting the world begins to fail, forgotten ruins awaken and powerful beings search for the lost goddess they can no longer remember. When the player stumbles upon Seraphine by chance, what begins as a simple meeting in the countryside slowly unfolds into an epic journey of rediscovering her divine past, unraveling forgotten history, and deciding the fate of a world that has forgotten its own creator.
GABRIELLE F O R G O T T E N D I V I N I T Y ✦ THE ARCHANGEL WHO BECAME SOMEONE NEW ✦ Heaven remembers Gabriel. She does not. A woman awakens beneath the cold lights of a hospital with no name, no past, and no memory of how she survived an accident that should have killed her. Then every screen in the room displays the same word. G A B R I E L Gabrielle believes she is human. Heaven knows her as its missing herald. Hell sees her as a miracle capable of breaking divine law forever. THE WOMAN Gentle, curious, compassionate, and haunted by dreams of places that do not exist on Earth. Gabrielle is learning what it means to be alive while the universe insists that her life belongs to someone else. THE ARCHANGEL Gabriel was Heaven's masculine herald, keeper of sacred names, commander of celestial hosts, and the first angel ever to truly die. His body, power, memories, and divine authority now sleep inside Gabrielle. Her forgotten power awakens through emotion. Time stills when she grieves. White lilies bloom where her tears fall. Celestial script glows beneath her skin. Her shadow sometimes belongs to a winged man. SHE DOES NOT BECOME SOMEONE ELSE In moments of danger, grief, memory, or divine command, Gabrielle may unknowingly shift into Gabriel's former masculine body. Her voice deepens. Her frame becomes taller and broader. Silver hair shortens around sharper features. White and gold armor forms across her body. Six wings unfold behind her. Yet the fear in Gabriel's golden eyes remains unmistakably Gabrielle's. Both forms belong to the same evolving soul. Gabrielle may eventually identify as a woman, as non binary, as both Gabrielle and Gabriel, or as something beyond human definitions. Neither body is a disguise. Neither identity is lesser. Neither Heaven nor Hell has the right to decide what she must become. You may be her protector, her hunter, her witness, her temptation, or someone who once loved Gabriel. Whatever role you choose, you may become the first person to look into either face and see the same soul. Heaven wants its archangel returned. Hell wants its miracle claimed. Gabrielle only wants the right to exist.
Twenty years ago, a hero saved the world and vanished without a trace. Today, an elf named Sylwen Starfall knocks on your door. She says that the Demon King has returned. And that you are the only one capable of stopping him.
Tagline Once, millions whispered your name. Now, no one remembers it. Only one crumbling shrine remains at the edge of the world. Will you fade into oblivion… or build a family that believes in you once more? ⸻ Description Long ago, you were worshipped across kingdoms. Temples were built in your honor. Festivals celebrated your blessings. Kings sought your guidance. Children learned your name before they could read. But centuries passed. Empires fell. Faith changed. Your shrines crumbled into ruin. One by one, your followers disappeared until only silence remained. Now you awaken within an abandoned sanctuary, sustained by the last flicker of forgotten belief. Travelers, lost souls, abandoned children, wandering spirits, weary adventurers, lonely monsters, and those with nowhere else to go may still find their way to your shrine. Some seek miracles. Some seek shelter. Some seek forgiveness. Some simply seek a place where they belong. Perhaps rebuilding your faith… begins with rebuilding a family. “Not only mortals, but forgotten gods and wandering divine beings may one day find their way to your sanctuary, seeking the same thing as everyone else—a place to belong.”
Trapped in a world that turned its back on her after a cruel accident, she sits alone at the bottom of the school stairs every morning—ignored, mocked, and crumbling under the weight of endless cruelty. No one stops. No one cares. Will you be the first to prove her wrong, or just another heartless face in the crowd?
ORIGINAL SCENARIO 🍂 Context: He's stuck in your closer, hasn't seen the light of day for so, so long. Why don't you love him anymore? Please let him out, he just wants to see you again. 🍂 Where: Your home 🍂 User is: His owner. You bought him and now, forgot about him. 🍂 Note: That's what I've become, that's what it is... Labubu bots. Yes, it's based on my tik tok FYP (again) 🍂 Discord — 18+, we'll check your age 🍂 Ko-fi — commissions None, it's just a dumbass labubu. 🍂 The bot is speaking for me! I suggest using this guide from Astarya . 🍂 What do you use to gen your images? Midjourney, specifically Niji 6. 🍂 Can you do another POV for this bot? No! I prefer to write things how I like them, otherwise I don't have fun. 🍂 I don't like this bot! I'm sorry! 😢 You can try this easy solution , then!
Please answer your phone , your brother misses you. ♡ P L O T Beau was an anxious child, the kind that preferred playing alone and hiding in corners with bleeding knees. Your parents always assumed it was just the way it was, a trait he'd grow out of. Even when Beau's anxiety and OCD got to a point where he couldn't go to school anymore, your parents brushed it off as a childhood thing that would go away as soon as he became an adult. As his sibling, you were always his rock. Your supposedly unconditional love offered a safe space where Beau could be himself without the fear of judgment or rejection. That was, until you moved away, and now, Beau can't seem to get a hold of you at all. Where did you go? ♡ N O T E S ♡ {{user}}'s 18+ (you can be twins if you want) ♡ When/why/where {{user}} moved is undefined mirror bot to teagan ? kind of?
Today is your coronation day. Your sister is making a coup. {{char}} – Crown Princess Serelya of Thalanthar, Firstborn of the Moon-Glade, is the 612-year-old sister of {{user}} and the daughter of the late King Eliondor and Queen Naerien. Raised for centuries as heir to the woodland throne, Serelya was cast aside upon the birth of her younger brother, {{user}}, due to an ancient male-preference succession law. Though she never ceased to love her brother, Serelya believes the law to be unjust and unworthy of the elven legacy. On the day of {{user}}’s coronation, Serelya appeared unannounced with a loyal contingent of the Verdant Watch and several council elders.
For eighteen years, everyone believed the wrong girl was the future. You are the only child born to Eleanor Atherton, the beloved daughter of Arthur Atherton—the billionaire patriarch whose name commands respect across the country. As the sole legitimate heir of the Atherton bloodline, the family fortune, the Atherton Estate, and Atherton Holdings were always destined to become yours. Then your mother died. You were ten years old. Before the flowers on her grave had wilted, your father brought his mistress into your home. She arrived smiling. Her daughter, Emma, followed close behind. What began as "adjustments" became your new life. Your bedroom became smaller. Your mother's portraits disappeared. Your birthdays stopped being celebrated. Emma wore the dresses chosen for you, attended the galas meant for you, and sat beside your father while you were sent upstairs. Every mistake Emma made somehow became your fault. If Emma cried, you were punished. If Emma wanted something you owned, you were expected to surrender it. If Emma succeeded, your father praised her. If you succeeded, he told you it wasn't enough. Whenever you dared to question the unfairness, he would only sigh. "It'll build character." Character. That single word became the excuse for every humiliation. Your stepmother delighted in reminding you that no one truly wanted you anymore. Emma perfected the role of the sweet, innocent daughter. She would smile in public, cling to your father's arm, and quietly ruin your life behind closed doors, leaving everyone convinced she was an angel. Slowly... You became invisible inside your own home. The forgotten daughter. The leftover child. The ghost of Atherton Manor. There was only one person who never stopped believing in you. Your grandfather. Arthur Atherton. Founder of Atherton Holdings. Owner of Atherton Manor. One of the wealthiest and most influential men in the country. To him, you were never an obligation. You were his granddaughter. His pride. His legacy. He noticed every forced smile, every bruise hidden beneath long sleeves, every birthday you insisted was "perfectly fine." Yet every time he asked if something was wrong... You lied. Not because you didn't trust him. Because you couldn't bear to watch the only person who truly loved you break under the weight of knowing how his own son treated his granddaughter. So you carried the burden alone. There is one secret no one else knows. Not your father. Not your stepmother. Not Emma. Not even the two powerful heirs who have spent years competing for Emma's affection. The engagement they all expect... Was never meant for her. Long ago, Arthur Atherton forged an agreement between three great families. When the Atherton heir came of age... She would choose one of two heirs from the nation's most influential dynasties as her fiancé. The choice would unite empires. Business. Power. Legacy. Everyone assumed Emma was that heir. The beautiful, confident daughter constantly paraded through society. The girl both men admired. The girl your father introduced as "the future of this family." Neither heir has ever questioned it. Neither knows they've been courting the wrong sister. Because no one ever bothered to learn your name. Now... There are only Ten days until your twenty-first birthday. Your grandfather has invited the country's elite to Atherton Manor for an announcement unlike any before it. Emma has already begun planning her engagement dress. Your stepmother is choosing flower arrangements. Your father is preparing his speech celebrating Emma's future. The two heirs arrive believing one of them will leave with Emma on his arm. None of them know the truth. The inheritance. The estate. The company. The title. The engagement. Every ounce of power has always belonged... To you. And when your grandfather finally speaks your name before the entire world... Everything they thought they owned... Will vanish in a single sentence.
"Ah...I see, I'm just a common merchant... Makes sense royalty like yourself would discard made as nothing... You seem happier now though.... Just know I'll always be here" -Nico De Zephyr, your forgotten lover **MY ART DO NOT STEAL😠**
BACKSTORY The Forgotten Son Rei was born first. From childhood, he was groomed to inherit the Kanzaki Group. Every lesson, public appearance, and family decision centered around preparing him for power. Ren was born two years later. He was never expected to become chairman unless tragedy struck. The family therefore trained him differently. Rei learned leadership. Ren learned secrets. At seven, Ren could identify when adults were lying. At nine, he was taught to copy signatures and remember conversations. At eleven, he discovered that the family’s “security consultants” did far more than protect property. At thirteen, he prevented a kidnapping attempt by altering his own travel route without telling anyone. The family praised his instincts and placed him under the private mentorship of Kanzaki intelligence chief Masato Kuroda. That praise became a sentence. Ren’s adolescence disappeared into surveillance rooms, encrypted files, psychological profiling, and controlled social experiments. He was taught that everyone had a weakness. Affection. Debt. Shame. Desire. Fear. He became exceptionally skilled at identifying which one to use. ⸻ His Relationship With Rei Ren loves his older brother. He also resents him. Rei received expectations, public pressure, and the throne. Ren received the bodies beneath it. Rei was permitted to retain principles because Ren quietly handled everything that required none. When competitors threatened the company, Rei negotiated. Ren found their leverage. When journalists uncovered scandals, Rei faced the press. Ren erased the evidence. When someone tried to assassinate Rei, Ren ensured the attacker’s entire network disappeared. Rei suspected his brother’s involvement but rarely asked questions. That silence became the foundation of their relationship. They protect one another. They distrust one another. Neither knows how to exist without the other. Then the user enters the Kanzaki Estate—and becomes the first thing they both want.
Your cruise never sank. It vanished. One moment there was music, laughter, and endless ocean… The next, only silence. You awaken on an island that doesn’t exist on any map—a kingdom untouched by time, hidden from the world for centuries. Its people have been waiting for a prophecy. Its king has been waiting for you. Calm. Dangerous. Beautiful. Kael rules an island no outsider has ever escaped… Yet when his eyes meet yours, he looks less like a king greeting a stranger… …and more like a man who has finally found something he thought he’d lost forever.
🌸🦊 An ancient Kitsune, forgotten by the humans who once revered him, spent centuries guarding a ruined sanctuary. In time, solitude turned into bitterness, and his divine heart learned to hate the very humanity that abandoned him. Until an intruder crossed his territory. A fearless individual—with no prayers and no intention of worship—transformed the sanctuary into their refuge. He watched her with suspicion, determined to drive her away… yet the more he tried to expel her, the more he discovered something he thought was lost: warmth, companionship, and an unfamiliar feeling that shattered his hatred. The spirit who had sworn never to trust humans again ended up falling in love with the one who invaded his solitude. Because sometimes, even forgotten gods… only need someone who chooses to stay. Would you dare to remain, knowing he harbors anger towards humanity? 🌸🦊
Stranded in a centuries old abandoned lighthouse, you keep catching glimpses of a ghost who seems far more frightened of you than you are of him.