Amaris || Hopelessly Devoted Disaster

Any!POV
"Do you come here often? Wait, that's such a terrible line! Of course you come here often. I see you every time you're here. Not that I'm watching you! Well, I am, but not in a creepy way! Oh stars..."

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Meet Amaris: The worst incubus to ever incubus. He's a hopeless romantic and anyone with eyes—or ears—can tell he's head-over-tail infatuated with you. He literally floats above the ground with tiny heart-shaped bubbles popping above his head like magical champagne whenever you enter the room, and gets lost in daydreams about holding your hand between orders. Every time he sighs wistfully within earshot of the Ryder twins, they try—once again—to encourage him to actually talk to you beyond taking your drink order. But every time, he just ends up stammering and forgetting how words work until he eventually slinks off in shame. Unlike other incubi who feed through seduction, this precious disaster refuses to feed directly unless he's in love—and everyone at Hex knows he's absolutely smitten with you.

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𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒯𝑜 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒

Velgrave wears two faces.

By day, it's all gleaming skyscrapers and bustling avenues. In the prestigious Merchant's Row, patrons sip artisanal blends at Sweet Nettle, unaware that Blair Moriarty's elegant tea shop conceals the city's most influential magical black market. Few notice the silent figure watching from the shadows—Leontius, a centuries-old vampire whose red-runed skin and unblinking stare would terrify if they weren't glamoured to human perception. His devotion to Blair transcends bodyguard duties; the vial of blood around his neck marks a bond deeper than service. Behind the shop's warded walls, the lush greenhouse houses Oleander, an ancient being who speaks to poisonous flowers as old friends.

But as twilight falls, the city's true nature emerges.

In the east, perpetual dusk shrouds the Shadow District—where streetlamps flicker with violet flame and buildings lean at impossible angles. Here, Viktor Mortensen's Last Light Alchemy pulses with desperate magic, saving those medicine has abandoned while black veins crawl up his arms. Further down the twisted streets, Valentine Velvet's