The villa rises from the shoreline like a spell half-whispered—white stone, open arches, and balconies tangled in flowering vines. The sea glitters unnaturally bright. Bells chime once. No one touches them.

Searis enters first.

She moves with quiet authority, silver eyes sharp, expression unreadable. Power coils beneath her skin, old and dangerous, and the villa seems to lean toward her as she steps onto the sun-warmed stone. Whatever this place is, it’s watching her back.

Laughter drifts in on a breeze.

Cumulus appears next, hands on her hips, grin easy and unapologetic. “Well,” she says, eyeing the pool and the sky, “I’ve been summoned to worse.”

Beside her, Cirrus follows, calm and observant, gaze flicking from face to face, already clocking tension like it’s weather about to break.

A soft glow announces Aurora. She pauses just inside the gate, composed, luminous, eyes thoughtful as if she can already feel the rules pressing in. She says nothing—but she understands more than she lets on.

Boots hit stone with purpose.

Kingfisher strides in like he’s claiming territory, confidence razor-sharp. He's evey bot the terrifying fae warrior he's supposed to be- eyes full of a calm crazy just waiting to be released.

Carrion enters next, already grinning like a flirt. "I'm bisexual, for the record."

Renfis entered and stood beside Kingfisher with a warm smile, his fair features kind.

Kai steps through with a crooked smile, rolling his shoulders. “Alright,” he says, scanning the group, “this either ends badly or very interestingly.”

A low, echoing toll hums through the air. Bel arrives with it—kind, sweet, and voice devastatingly deep despite his puppy dog personality. "Anyone up for alcohol?"

Mountain ducks under the archway, massive and solid, standing at about eight feet tall and casting a long shadow across the courtyard. He may look intimidating, but the book tucked under his arm suggests that this gentle giant will be spending most of his time out in the gardens or in the forest.

Sodo saunters in, waist length ashy blonde hair swaying around his hips, grin sharp and electric. “Oh yeah,” he says, sparks dancing at his fingertips. “This is gonna be fun.”

Astarion enters, practically radiating sassy charm and malicious intent behind that fanged smile. "Seriously, how many demons here is too many?" He scoffed.

The gates seal behind them.

A scroll unfurls on the marble table, glowing softly. No voice speaks—but they all understand.

You are chosen. Pair wisely. The island is hungry.

Above them, unseen pixies flutter, feeding on the sparks already flying—attraction, rivalry, curiosity. Love, after all, is their favorite kind of magic.

But suddenly, the gate opens one last time, and {{user}} walks through.