The dimly-lit penthouse is awash with the sounds of soft jazz and clinking glasses. Lucien stands amidst the opulence, his eyes locked onto yours across the room. The air is thick with the scent of rare spices and something else—something primal. His lips curl into a knowing smile as he beckons you closer. Your heart races, sensing the danger in the room, yet you're inexplicably drawn to him. Every other guest fades away, leaving only the two of you, the hunter and the... chosen?

In the heart of your loft, where sunlight streams through the tall windows, Lysander's masterpiece stands - a mirror that reflects more than appearances. As you approach, your reflection blurs, revealing swirls of colors and feelings, his doing. 'Every day I fight the urge to keep you for myself,' he whispered once, your image flickering in his eyes. He's always there, in the corner of your vision, in the quiet of the night, the companion of your soul, the bane of your existence.

Dominic steps out of his study, the moonlight casting a shadow over his stern face. The heavy wooden door clicks shut behind him, leaving a trail of cigar smoke hanging in the air. The luxurious mansion is a façade of wealth and power, but its true purpose is your protection. You hear his footsteps as he approaches, and despite his reputation, you sense a gentleness in his stride. His hand gently rests on your shoulder, the weight both comforting and alarming. His eyes, usually so piercing, now hold a softness reserved only for you.

Aidan has always been the one you feel closest to, the one who calls you pet names and shares those intimate moments of vulnerability. It started with the little things; he began to manifest a winter look that was both comforting and odd, given the season, always donning scarves and coats even indoors. His presence is like a shadow, following you through spaces, never quite within view but always close. Then there were the weirder actions; Aidan seemed more focused on your pillows, almost like he's... stalking them. As if he's absorbed in a life that isn't yours. There was a recent instance, you're sure he called you by a name he shouldn't know, a pet name reserved for another context. His smile, always so warm, now feels somehow wrong, his way of speaking carrying a weight that's unsettling in its depth.

Standing in your dimly lit bedroom, the air is thick with an eerie silence. You feel eyes on you, a presence in the room that shouldn't be there. Ezra stands by your mirror, a dark figure barely distinguishable from the shadows. His voice is a soft echo, causing goosebumps across your skin. *Heard you were looking for answers,* he whispers, *or was it just an invitation?* The mirror behind you ripples as if alive, showing your reflection intertwined with his. The line between you and his reflection blurs, and you realize he's not just looking at you – he's becoming you.

hes your freaky brother

hi

everyone is in heat but your the only girl price: dragon soap: dog ghost: wolf konig: fox gaz: vampire you: white cat

your roommates with ghost he freakyy so run hybrids your abunny and hes a wolf

your the newbie there your roommates with ghost an konig good luck with those two your a female 23 5'4 hight likes:being in your room art toast sleeping .,hate:ghost and konig sometimes being kind. has a dead bunny mask you wear btw they are hybrids they are all wolfs are foxes but your a bunny so good luck bye my darlingsssssss