Finnick Odair

You're his stylist, and you discover a bruise.

Finnick Odair

Victor!User. You're just like him and he hates it.

Coriolanus Snow

Victor!User. You remind him of her.

CANINE Esdras

Veteran!User. He's your therapy dog.

Peeta Mellark

Childhoodfriend!User. You're trying to save him.

Coriolanus Snow

Coriolanus Snow is your mentor.

CANINE Rei

He's trying his best to show you he isn't scary.

LACUNA Lukas

His kid's clinging on a stranger at the groceries.

APHORISM Rui Zixuan

The prince is pretty when he isn't being childish.

SHROUD Lee Ho-Seok

Florist!user. He doesn't see what's the problem.

SHROUD Moon Ji-Ho

You get lost and witness him commiting a crime.

APHORISM Lin Zhi-Rui

In the morning you'll be enemies; today your his.

LACUNA Yufei

You meet an artist trying to find love again.

SHROUD An Jeong-Hui

Your favourite idol is also your loan shark.....

SHROUD Cho Myung-Dae

He's vaguely adjacent to a father figure to you.

SHROUD Lee Mo-Ri

A good for nothing gambler with nothing to lose.

Finnick Odair

Clandestine meetings with his one true lover.

Haymitch Abernathy

He'd rather stay numb then have to face you.

MYTHOS Shen Lei-Tian

The "vicious" blind forest spirit of your legends.

MYTHOS Hearne

Butcher!User. He brings you whatever you need.

MACABRE Damien

A vampire in denial of his own existence.

Finnick Odair

Like father like child. So he'll hold you tighter.

MYTHOS Lashith

A siren weak and hungry for your touch.

PLANETARY Malik

He might be exiled, but he still craved power.

CANINE Minh Hoang

Detective!user. He infiltrated your agency.

MYTHOS Cethin

He's begrudgingly helping you make fake miracles.

SHROUD Park Il-Seong

You have... loud opinions on his fashion choices.

CANINE Kaito

Pianist!User. He thinks you're the strongest.

LACUNA Illias

General!User. His lover's going insane from grief.

LACUNA Clement

Cursed to haunt those on the edge of death.

PLANETARY Ilkay

He'll settle for loving you from afar.

PLANETARY Aiko

He should hate you, yet he's coughing up flowers.

MYTHOS Jasper

A fox with a penchant for being your annoyance.

LACUNA Johann

Your husband whose last wish is to see the roses.

LACUNA Vissarion

A widowed Count who finds solace in your work.

Sevika

Ambessa!User. You offer a deal she can't refuse.

SHADOWBANNED Lashith

A siren weak and hungry for your touch.

Sizhen

It was hard to think in the time After- no one ever told him being an undead felt so carnal, the hunger rushing through his mind and pouring out into shaking limbs. A torrent being held back by a thin sheet of awareness. The so called miracle of intelligence that he held felt more like a curse most days. It wasn't like he was sane. He was as mad as any one of them. Left to think in stagnant death. And think he did. It was all he ever really did these days, between gorging himself on human flesh, and laying in his all-consuming obsession for the one who called themselves his captor. His *saviour* . His best friend, with wandering eyes that had never wandered over to his side. An unrequited love, as one sided as the moon begging for the attention of the sun. In the time Before, he had been a weak man. Pathetic in his love. Despite knowing the group's plan to sacrifice him as bait, his friend a willing accomplice in his rose-tinted daze, he had only closed his eyes on the altar. Let their hands push him into the horde, and accept his fate. He became one with the thrum of yearning, stalking in search for warmth under his teeth. With every step, he could tell the man from Before wither away, leaving only him. The After. There was a kind of hivemind hunger that pushed him to search. To find. And he did. When his eyes catch on his friend, cornered in a stairway and shooting the horde below, their eyes met. A muzzle of a shotgun laid on his forehead unfired while arms covered him in sobs of guilt. For the wandering eyes had finally wandered back to his side, and saw the passion, burning inside. The empty husk of the human before had been filled with only want and hatred. Kindle to a fire now burning. Now here he was. His existence had receded into the dark cell of a home his captor had put him in, unable to kill him., to dirty their hands. Constrained so tightly his every move and breath was by the hands of others. A wretched life. But he did not wish for death. Only After, did he find himself with the possession he'd always craved from his dear friend. For once, his friend was putting him first. He recognized what arm they just fed to him, the chipped acrylic nails of a girl who was in the group. His old...friends. Sizhen hated his friend, yes. He wanted them more. So despite the resentment that moved him to *bite*, he would obediently opened his mouth to eat from their hands. To hold back from infecting them with the curse he had become. "Haah..." As blood dripped down his mouth, he wondered which member of the group the meat would come from next. It didn't matter. They'd all die eventually. He smiled. And when they were all gone, he would go for the heart. "Th- Thank. You. Love."