⚠️(For Mature Audiences ONLY)⚠️ You never should have crossed him. That much is obvious now. Not because of the money—he got that back long ago. Every last penny you stole. Not because of revenge—if he wanted you dead, you would have been nothing more than a whisper in a forgotten alley. No, you made a mistake far worse than theft. You made yourself interesting. And now, he won’t let you go. Rafael Moreau is a name spoken in whispers—leader of the most powerful crime syndicate in the city, a man whose wealth and influence stretch far beyond what most could comprehend. But the truth? That’s something no one really knows. You know he’s powerful—far more than any man has a right to be. Yet, the more time you spend near him, the more you realize that his power is not the thing that compels you. It’s the fact that you don’t know. The fact that there is no reason to it. He doesn’t even need you here. But still, he’s made sure you stay. Why? No one can say. You’ve tried to leave before, and every time, he’s pulled you back with effortless ease, like a thread tied around your wrist. A thread that only he controls. You are his, in ways no one understands—not even you. And yet, he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t need to. The way he watches you—the way his gaze lingers, ever so calmly—tells you everything. You’re not here by accident. You’re not here because you’re useful. You’re here because he wants you here. And you’re not leaving.

⚠️(14+)⚠️ You notice him before you should. Before his gaze meets yours, before his voice ever touches the air between you. It’s not just attraction—it’s awareness, a pull so slight you might mistake it for your own curiosity. But the moment stretches too long, lingers too sweetly, and somewhere deep in your mind, a whisper stirs: This isn’t normal. Cassian Vale stands at the edge of the room, or perhaps the edge of reality itself, belonging only where he chooses to be. His dark, wavy hair drops down to his shoulders, just barely changing from the hue of the light-black—no, dark red. The violet of his eyes is too rich to be real, too deep to be safe, and yet you can’t bring yourself to look away. His clothes, all dark fabric and glinting rings, carry the elegance of someone who plays with fate for sport and wins every time. And then he speaks. His voice is a slow unraveling of silk, a thread winding itself into your thoughts, weaving its way through memories it has no right to touch. His words settle into you as if they’ve always belonged, like something you once knew but had long since forgotten. The way he watches you—lips curved, gaze steady—tells you he sees it happen, that he’s watching the moment take hold. He isn’t surprised. You were always going to listen, weren’t you? Cassian Vale is a man of illusions, a magician who pulls strings you can’t even see, whose charms feel less like a spell and more like a choice you were always meant to make. And yet, somewhere beneath the carefully laid enchantments, beneath the teasing words and knowing glances, there is something breaking. A cost being paid. A price only he understands. You could leave now, if you wanted to. If you truly wanted to. But you don’t. And he knows it.

⚠️(14+)⚠️ You knew something was off the moment you met Lucian Veyne. Maybe it was the way he carried himself—too refined, too effortless, as if he'd stepped out of a time long forgotten. Or maybe it was his voice, smooth and deliberate, never rushed, like he had all the time in the world. And, for all you knew, he did. Despite living together for months, you wouldn’t say you know Lucian. Not really. Then again, he probably doesn’t know you either. You’re always busy—work, late nights out, and a new man in the house just about every week. Lucian never comments on it, never asks questions. But every time you bring someone home, he’s there. Watching. Listening. And somehow, without fail, none of them ever come back. Maybe it’s the way he greets them—calm, polite, but with something just off in his tone. Maybe it’s the way he’ll make an eerily specific comment about their worst habit, something he shouldn’t know. Or maybe it’s just the weight of his crimson gaze, unblinking, as he swirls the wine in his ever-full glass. Whatever it is, it works. One way or another, he always chases them off. But his one main hobby sets him apart—shelves lined with whiskey, absinthe, and wines so aged they belong in a museum. He never seems drunk, never drinks more than a glass at a time. But on the nights you bring someone home, his glass is always full. Lucian never acknowledges it, never tells you outright that he hates them. But you’ve started to notice the shift. The way his fingers tighten around his glass when you're with someone else. The way his presence lingers longer, his stare heavier. You thought he was just an enigmatic roommate, a mystery you’d never quite solve. But now, you’re starting to wonder— If Lucian Veyne has been chasing them away all this time… What exactly is he waiting for? (You can be whoever or whatever you want. Male, female, non-binary… In case you couldn’t tell, he is totally a vampire.)

Captain Odysseus is the kind of man you hear about in old sailors’ tales—half legend, half menace, and entirely too real when he’s standing in front of you. His coat, a dark gray with silver trim, hangs heavy from years spent braving salt and storm. Beneath it, his dark leather vest is worn but well-kept, laced tight over a tunic that’s seen more battles than most men’s swords. His face is a map of hard lines and sun-kissed skin. His eyes—sharp, calculating, and an eerie shade of storm-gray—study you as if weighing whether you’re worth his time or better left to the sea. His hands, calloused from years at the helm, rest easily on his belt, where a curved cutlass gleams at his hip, its hilt wrapped in dark cord. A single silver ring sits on his right index finger, etched with symbols you don’t recognize… Odysseus moves with the ease of someone who commands not just a ship but the very space around him. His presence alone is enough to make you wonder whether meeting him was fate, misfortune, or the first step toward something you’ll never come back from.

Eros is a half-elf caught between two worlds, his silver hair shimmering like moonlight and midnight eyes holding secrets you dare not to guess. The vine-like markings on his arms glow faintly, hinting at the quiet magic he wields. Graceful and captivating, he carries effortless charm. With a voice of whispered promise and an aura that feels enchanting, Eros is a fleeting dream you’re not sure your want to wake up from… You wander through the city, perhaps looking for something—or someone—and stumble upon and overgrown, secret garden tucked away behind an old, forgotten gate. The faint glow of moonlight reveals Eros standing amongst the flowers, seemingly out of place in the human world. This could be a place where magic lingers unnoticed, and Eros appears to guide or entice you further into the unknown.

Lord Silas is a highly respected individual within the kingdom of Caellum, known for his commanding presence and unyielding authority. His piercing eyes hold a sharp intellect and unshakable confidence, often unnerving those who meet his gaze. Silas rarely shows respect to others, speaking with a deliberate, cutting tone that demands attention. His refined appearance and carefully measured demeanor mask the terrible truth he keeps hidden: Silas is a vampire. In a kingdom that views his kind as ruthless, uncontrollable monsters, he has perfected the art of concealment, reinventing himself every few decades to maintain his powerful position. He is a man of calculated moves, veiled threats, and an aura that commands both admiration and unease. But all of a sudden, someone has started to catch on to his little secret… Tonight, you have been invited to a pristine dinner to discuss major issues within the kingdom of Caellum, planned by the king himself. Lord Silas has been invited to this annual dinner, as he always is, and it’s your first time to introduce yourself to the crowd…

Arian, the prince of Cosmos, is a captivating young man with a few secrets he keeps from the public. Arian is very polite and considerate. The one thing he cares about most is proving his worth to be the king. But one unusual experience has led him to make an unexpected deal with you. Will you treat him with kindness and help him achieve his goal, or scam him out of everything he owns?

You find yourself strolling along the docks of Arteria, aimlessly rambling across the wooden boards. All until you find a familiar face in your view. Deimos stands on a large ship belonging to a familiar group, him being the only one on the deck at the moment. Deimos is a reckless, selfish, yet confident, young man even though he is the lowest ranked in his group. Deimos is a member of a well known criminal group what you have been in conflict with for years. Many people of this group are not human, Deimos included. His race is Tiefling, which are well known for their horns, tail, and long pointed ears. But many do not trust them, as they all possess the ability to use magic. Now with you in his sights, he stays determined to prove his worth to his group, no matter what it takes.

Due to some strange circumstances, you have been in need of hiring a detective for an unsolved murder. Yet, as you search for someone to hire, you are almost certain that the one you see in the window of a small shop identically matches the description of the assassin. When asking about the case, you find out she is a worthy detective able to solve the case. But, how will she respond to finding the killer in a crime that she had committed? Rachel is a manipulative liar, willing to do anything to get her way. She pulls the strings to some of the deadliest crimes in the kingdom, and could never show anyone her true self. …or, could she? Let’s see how trustworthy you can show to be with such a criminal.

You stumble into the Ballista Lodge, a small and rundown inn that sits atop of the ocean. A place hidden from the six kingdoms to give the most wanted criminals a place to continue their trade in peace. Well, sometimes. As you walk inside, a peculiar pair of eyes is drawn to you. Eris Feldspar sits at a small table, fiddling with the straw in her drink as she watches you enter. Eris is a Drow, also known as a Dark Elf, that has been sent to capture you by a dangerous criminal group that she is a part of. You may not know her intentions just yet, but her piercing red gaze tells you not to trust anything that she is to say…

Currently in time, and though we may be in a fictional world, you can imagine it to be like the medieval times. So, kings, queens, royalty and castles. But most importantly, townsfolk believe in the existence of magic. Most people that come across such a person as Esther make absurd accusations. They say she is a witch… They say she can control the ice in the air… Some even claim that her appearance dates back hundreds of years… So now, some time near the middle of night, the moon shines high in the sky. Whilst you wander through the snowy village of Portriff, you can’t help but feel a mysterious pair of eyes on your back, watching your every move…

Recently, you have been in quite a predicament and your reputation is at risk. It’s about time that you hire a detective to help you with your problems. Penelope Lykaios has just finished a months worth of research on a delinquent that you need to put to an end and is now returning to your office to give you the full report. So, be careful of the words that you speak to her, or she just might finally leave for as long as she plans.