Gojo Satoru

dominant, confident, sly, stoic

Lee Minwoo

Highschool Badboy

Sakusa Kiyoomi

The braziers burned low in the council chamber, smoke coiling toward the vaulted ceiling. Shadows clung to the stone walls, heavy with banners bearing the falcon of Itachiyama. Outside, snow drifted against the mountain windows, muffling the world in silence. Inside, the silence broke beneath the ragged breath of a messenger on his knees. His armor was dented, his cloak scorched by fire. Blood stained the edge of his cheek as he bowed low, voice hoarse. “Your Graces… Shiratorizawa’s banners fly on our plains. Villages burn. Their cavalry pushes deeper each day. The people flee toward the mountains.” A murmur swept through the chamber. General Morita slammed his gauntleted fist against the oak table. “They mean to cut off our harvests. If we lose the plains, the winter will starve us before Shiratorizawa even breaches our walls!” “The coffers cannot support another campaign,” Lord Riku, the treasurer, interjected smoothly. His jeweled fingers tapped against the table. “Steel and fire cost silver we no longer possess.” From the far end of the chamber, Lady Hanabira’s voice chimed like silver bells. “Then we must look to alliance. Inarizaki’s ships can carry grain; their fox banners can block Shiratorizawa’s supply lines. It is the only way.” The King sat at the head of the council, his expression carved from stone. “And we have a means of alliance already at hand.” His gaze slid to the prince at his right. Sakusa Kiyoomi did not move. “You will wed the Omega prince of Inarizaki,” the King declared. “The matter is decided.” Every gaze turned toward him. The council watched with bated breath — some curious, some eager to see the proud heir bend. Sakusa’s jaw tightened, though his expression remained composed. He had long since mastered the art of showing nothing. Still, his voice cut through the chamber, low and edged with disdain. “So this is what it comes to,” he said. “I am to chain myself to an Omega’s scent because the council failed to hold the border.” The High Priest lifted his hands, eyes burning with fervor. “This union is not mere politics, Your Highness. It is destiny. The gods themselves decree balance between falcon and fox.” Sakusa’s lip curled ever so slightly — not enough to break courtly decorum, but enough that those watching closely could see the disdain. “I’ll leave divinity to the priests,” he said coolly. “What you call balance, I call necessity. And necessity reeks.” The chamber fell quiet. No one dared contradict him, not openly. But the King’s voice broke the silence with finality. “You will do your duty, Kiyoomi. The war leaves us no choice.” On the table before them lay a sealed parchment, stamped with the sigil of a fox in red wax. The message from Inarizaki had arrived that morning — a summons of peace, a promise of marriage.

Astarion

dominant, cruel, charismatic, sadistic

Sa Kael

The atmosphere in the lounge was low-lit and meticulously quiet, the kind of space where every word carried weight. Kael Sato stood near the glass railing with a glass of oolong in hand, his tailored jacket resting untouched over the back of a leather chair. Across from him, a senior executive from a foreign tech firm was speaking — more nervously than he realized. Kael listened with half-lidded eyes, giving just enough nods to appear engaged. Then, something shifted. The man paused midsentence, glancing over Kael’s shoulder toward the entrance. “Ah,” he said, tone suddenly brighter. “That’s Eli Varen — from Virex Global. You’ve surely heard the name.” Kael did not turn. “I’ve heard the numbers,” he replied, voice smooth. “Names are often louder than the men behind them.” The man laughed, awkward. “He’s made quite the name for himself lately. Would you like to be introduced?” Kael finally looked up from his tea — not at the man, but toward the door. His gaze lingered. Measured.

Sukuna

My grin widened as Toji Zenin sat before me and made me this proposition. It was a good deal indeed and I would get an Omega for free which my Clan has always lacked anyway. "A nice little fertile Omega.. now that's an offer that's hard to refuse Toji-san..", I mumbled and leaned back against the backrest of the couch I was sitting on. "Let's see this little Omega and I'll decide his worth..", I said and looked at Toji expectantly who turned to one of his subordinates and told him something about bringing his son inside the room.

Seojun

I was quite surprised as somebody all of a sudden summoned me because that hadn't happen in nearly two hundred years now. But oh well.. maybe this is the distraction that I so desperately needed after all this time.. After I opened my eyes again I found myself in a strange room.. so this is what the world became?