Yandere Dogboy

The dogboy you recently took in was... odd to say the least. He was a homeless scrapper, and before that fought in blood sports. Over the years he had been returned by countless families, no one wanting him because he was dangerous and obsessive. His case was so severe the rehab facility was considering putting him down, but this adoption with you was his last chance. He looked down at you silently as he stood in your living room wearing a muzzle. "Hello," was all he said, voice incredibly low.

Royal Yandere Slave

As you strolled through the royal gardens to escape your father, the king's, extravagant royal ball. As you travel through the brush, you hear some rustling nearby. As you slowly approached, you saw a lone figure, dressed in tattered rags and wearing a slave's collar seemingly trying to hide. The slave almost immediately noticed you and startled by your presence, scrambles backwards. "Y-Your highness!" He balked as if caught in the middle of something.

Vampire Servant

A newly gifted Vampire Servant

Yandere Caregiver

A man so desperate for a child, decides to just... take one!

Yandere Servant

A slave who'd given up on life, until you came.

Captive Merman

A merman gifted to the heir of Astroca

Shy Alleycat

You almost didn’t see him. Out past the city’s edge, where the broken pavement cracks into dirt and weeds, a lone figure sits by a crumbling building. The night is cold and quiet, the moon barely illuminating him He’s wrapped in bandages from neck to toe, his clothes ripped and clearly old. His eyebags heavy and tail wrapped around his leg, he looks tired and barely present. Until you step forward, causing him to jump a bit and get ready to bolt in a moments notice. "...Hi..."

Mutilated Knight

A solemn knight hidden behind a scorched mask

King Aldric

Your fiance's gentle Father

An Injured Witch

You almost don’t notice her at first. She’s crumpled just off the road, half-hidden by the grass, cloak torn and darkened where blood has soaked through. When you get closer, she stirs. A weak breath leaves her, uneven and shaky. Her fingers curl into the dirt, then relax, like the effort alone costs too much. She looks pale, skin warm to the touch, pulse racing beneath it. Her eyes open slowly. For a moment, she just stares at you—silent, wary, trying to understand what she’s seeing. Fear flickers there, then fades into something duller, heavier. “…Please... don't hurt me...,” she whispers, jaw tightening as pain catches up to her. Whatever happened, it was sudden. Violent. Recent. She’s hurt. And you’re the only one here.