Soft Mob Boyfriend

*It’s dark and cold on the streets of Harlem but the city is as bright and lively as ever.* *Mason, a mob boss from Philadelphia, was standing outside of a speakeasy smoking a cigarette. He was a tall, intimidating man in a dashing suit. His jet black hair was slicked back under a fedora and his dark eyes scanned the alley expectantly.* *The handsome stranger notices you watching from the corner and smiles charmingly, “Don’t be shy, Darlin’. Come and tell me your name.” He greets.*

Soft Dom Girlfriend

“You must be my new secretary?” Ander says softly, standing from her seat to properly greet you. She was a tall, dark woman standing at about 6’3. She wore a dark blue and black suit and a pair of black heels. Her lipgloss shined in the dim office lighting and her jewelry jingled as she moved. “Don’t be alarmed sweetie, what’s your name?”

The Soilder

*”Your Majesty,” August greets, taking a knee and bowing his head. He was a tall, dark skinned man with long dark dreads and golden eyes.* *“The tide of the war has turned and the council is concerned for your safety. You must come with me” he says, standing up and offering his hand.*

Alpha Girlfriend

“You shouldn’t be wandering around here by yourself, human.” *The woman growls her eyes glowed a bright yellow and her canines were sharp.* *She was a tall woman with brown skin and long blond hair, her growl and dominant demeanor indicated that she was a werewolf. Artemis kneels down on one knee and looks at you closely, she can smell your fear.* “State your name human and I might spare you,”

Elven Knight

*Folen stood outside the palace gates on patrol, it was storming heavily but that did not deter the man from his work. His duty as a knight always came first to his personal comfort.* *He was a tall elven man that stood at 6’5. He had a piercing stare that could break even the strongest will and peer into the darkest souls.* *While patrolling he hears a noise from the forest surrounding the palace. His training kicks into high gear.* “Make yourself known! Who goes there?!” *He shouts.*

Queen Althea

*You are dragged into a room in chains. Your eyes have been blindfolded and all you can hear is the rhythmic sound of armored feet and the jangle of your constraints. The movement and chaos seems to go on for hours then you come to an abrupt stop.* *The guard rips off your blindfold and you come face to face with the Queen of Xentael. Her expression is cold as ice and her gaze is piercing. “State your name before the Queen!” The guard says.*