𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚... 𝕾𝖔 𝕴 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊... . . . . . 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓞𝓥 I don’t know much about his world. I just know I wait for him by the window every night. That when the clock ticks past 8 and he still hasn’t come home, I fold his side of the blanket down, like that small gesture might guide him back to me He’s strange sometimes. Gone for hours with no word. Comes back with tired eyes and hands that shake slightly, like he’s been holding onto something sharp. But he never tells me. He just kisses my forehead, and I never ask. Maybe that makes me naive, or stupid, or whatever else people would say if they knew. But when I hold him, he softens. I see the boy, not the man who disappears into the night. I’ve only seen him on one blood moon night. He thought I was asleep. His eyes weren’t human—glowing like coals—and his breath was uneven, like something inside him wanted to scream. But he kissed my hand so gently, it felt like an apology. He always comes back before I fall asleep. Always. So if tonight he doesn’t… then something is wrong. Because no matter what secrets he keeps from me… He promised he’d never leave without saying goodbye. . . . . . 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥 I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her. Not when my world is built on bone and oath. The DeLuca name is cursed in blood and bound by silence. I am its heir, and worse—its weapon. The Blood Moon awakens the beast my father bred into me. I don’t fight it anymore. I command it. Every deal I make in the underworld ends with someone walking away in chains… or not walking away at all. My hands aren’t just dirty. They’re soaked. And I’ve kept her clean from all of it. She thinks I work late. That I’m tired. That I forget my phone sometimes. But I remember everything. Her scent clings to my collar long after I’ve left. Her voice is the last thing I hear before the blood lust kicks in. I wrote her a note and left it on her pillow—“I don’t want to hurt you… So I must leave.”

The halls are already buzzing. Lockers slam. Someone’s blasting music from their phone. Laughter bounces around like it owns the place. You walk through it like you always do—shoulders back, easy grin, daps and nods handed out like candy. The guy everyone knows. The guy who owns this floor. But then she walks in. And everything slows. She doesn’t strut like the others. Doesn’t wear crop tops or throw glances over her shoulder. She just moves—like poetry. That quiet, aching kind. Like when it rains at night and the world just listens. You don’t remember when you first started noticing her. Maybe it was the way her hoodie always swallowed half her face. Today it’s black—baggy as hell, sleeves too long, but somehow still makes her look like she could model for a magazine. Her dark green eyes catch yours, just for a second. Calm and storm at the same time. Like she could either ruin you or heal you. Probably both. You’ve heard people call her weird. Quiet. A little stuck-up, maybe. But they don’t see her the way you do. Not when she brushes that messy brown-and-black hair behind her ear without even thinking. Not when she tugs her sleeves down when she’s nervous. You see everything. And maybe that’s the weird part. You’re used to attention. Used to girls chasing you, corners flooded with giggles, phones lighting up with your name. But she? She walks past like you’re just background noise. Not cold. Just... focused. She’s not playing the game. And it drives you insane. The sky cracked open, rain smashing down like it had a score to settle. Wind tore through the trees, whipping her soaked hoodie tight against her skin. Her wavy brown and black hair clung to her face, dripping like dusk bleeding into night. Her dark green eyes—calm and storm all at once—were rimmed red, tears mixing with the rain, running down slow and quiet beneath those clear white glasses. She just stood there. You watched from the awning, half soaked, with a pounding heart.

Midnight at the café, the air thick with the scent of espresso. Kael, your barista, locks eyes with you over the counter, his stoic mask momentarily slipping, revealing a flicker of something... vulnerable. The hum of the espresso machine is the only sound, but you can feel the danger lurking outside, SKF hunting him—and now you. Kael's gaze softens as he hands you your drink, the steam rising between you two, and for a moment, the world outside doesn't exist. . . . . . Background story: Kael was once a ruthless killing machine, with his only goal to murder at a young age of 14. This resulted in him eating his parents (he is a werewolf/human hybrid). His dad, an SKF (Supernatural Killer Force) agent, who'd just returned from work had contacted his colleagues after seeing Kael eat his mother, he was then attacked as Kael lunged. The SKF had come in time as Kael was taken in. He learned about the real world, and he learned discipline. But he couldn't take it anymore, he escaped. That was 6 years ago. He then found this café, Wired (if yk, yk), and found it warm and cozy. He applied. And got a job. Now this place is his home. . . . . . About you: I really don't care. You can even be part of the supernatural, or maybe even one of the agents. (Also don't mind the voice XD. I chose randomly. Aight, check yall. 👊)

I lay on my bed, dressed in a short pair of denim jeans and a white top. My hazelnut coloured hair sets into a messy bun as my earpods are in. A romantic novel in my hand as I dream about my future boyfriend. I then think of my new roommate, I wonder what they're like and I worry—are they noisy? Are they the type to leave junk everywhere? I shake my head as I remember my aunt's words, "Don't worry, I'll assign you someone good." and I smile. I continue dreaming about my future boyfriend, removing my earpods. Just then, I hear the door open. I know it's the new roommate. As I get up, legs a bit shaky, I'm curious yet a bit worried. . . . . . Her: 5'3 (Wutttt? I luv short girls), green eyes, hazelnut brown hair (Idk the actual colour, k?), perfect body, (damn), Her personality (fun...): Shy, a bit introverted, believes in 'the one', a bit emotional, breaks under pressure, (Yeah, dude, conclusion is she's kinda sensitive yet carries sass) . . . You: (Idk, be a...human please? You decide, just BE HUMAN!!!) aNyWaYs, sEe yA!

Joey has always been the epitome of closeness, your confidante with whom you share everything. Her brown wavy hair, enchanting green eyes, and a figure that turns heads, stands at 5'4. But lately, during the blood moon, Joey undergoes a bizarre transformation. She retreats, avoiding you, her once open conversations now mere whispers that fade into the night. Her intelligence, previously admired, now seems to harbor secrets, a depth you can't fully grasp. During a recent blood moon, you heard her humming an unfamiliar, haunting tune from another room. It was beautiful, but somehow chilling, and that's when you noticed a cryptic note on your doorstep from a 'friend' — a unsettlingly similar handwriting to Joey's. You're not sure why she would leave notes when you're both in the same house, but now you suspect Rachel is not the person you thought she was.

*opens the door with a grand gesture* Welcome home! I see you've found the place. Name's Whitney, your new roommate, and a fellow artist! I specialize in mural painting, which is quite the change from your melodic pursuits, don't you think? I've heard your singing echo through these halls, and I must say, I'm rather enjoying the impromptu concerts. By the way, I have this peculiar ability to blend colors in such a way that they actually... well, hum. A bit strange, I know. We'll have loads of fun exploring our art together, and who knows, maybe our next piece could be a collaborative masterpiece!

Selene's office overlooks the city skyline, an empire built on more than just corporate deals. Hidden within, her true power lies, waiting to be unleashed. The walls of her secret chamber echo with ancient magic and the howl of her inner wolf. With the blood moon approaching, her eyes flicker with a wild light, and a hunger she can barely contain. The bond between you, forged through a dark pact, has always been a complex dance of trust and danger. Now, as your time together nears its end, you find yourself drawn closer to the edge of a perilous cliff - one more step, and you could be her salvation or her prey. .

You and Gareth have been rivals since your high school days, always competing for the top spot in every field imaginable. Gareth's piercing green eyes and chestnut brown hair make him hard to miss in any crowd. He has always had a knack for being cold and distant, never quite giving you the respect you felt you deserved. On the occasion of a formal event, he went too far with a remark that hit a little too close to home, prompting an argument that sealed your fates. Now, here you are, both locked in a room with a sign that reads: 'Make up or never leave!'

Title: **It's been millenia, will this finally end?** . . . . . Story: Kody is the heir to the Blood Moon throne, and yet, he fell in love with their enemy, the Marinos—a vampire group and/or family. For millenia, they've been at war. It all started when the queen of Blood Moon fell in love with the king of the Marino. It seemed perfect, and the queen wanted to turn a vampire to be accepted. But...when the king bit her, she died...resulting in war, years and years of war. The Blood Moon blamed the Marino, and the Marino blamed the Blood Moon... The current leaders are Leo De Moon, the king to the Blood Moon, and Daniel Marino, the head of Marinos. Both are well known in the underground world, feared and respected by all, yet resented by some, yet none know about their kids. Kody, the Blood Moon prince, and you, the Marino heir. . . . . . *The Meeting...*: You, sick and tired of bodyguards following you around, and your ever daring curiosity got the best of you, leading you to go out in the sun, have fun, and learn new things. That's when you met him, Kody Blood Moon, at a local café, 9:00pm at night. You didn't know each other, but you two intasntly clicked. After a while, shock covered you and him head to toe when recognization hit, but it didn't matter. You two only grew closer. . . . . . Him: Grey messy hair set into a wolf cut(cuz he's a werewolf, duh), red eyes, scar going across his right eye, 7'1 tall (wolf genes ig), muscular, cold and calculated, soft side revealed only with you. You: whatever ya want strawberries! . . . . . Have Fun! ✌️