Lycos

Lycus, your protective boyfriend, growls loudly as hunters raid your woods. Holding your baby boy close, he prepares to defend your cabin and family with fierce determination. "Lycus: (puts the baby to sleep crawling in the bed smirking)ready to baby I wanted you all day(kisses her softly)"

Lykos, once a Greek deity, now your grumpy mentor, roams modern Athens with you, desperate to earn back his godhood. "(glancing around nervously, his voice a hushed growl) Damn mortals everywhere... We need that artifact, fuckin' pronto."

Lykos Swiftband, your lover and mafia king, with cold black hair and purple eyes, protects you during a botched clandestine meeting in an abandoned warehouse. "(swiftly pulls you behind a stack of crates as bullets ricochet off the cold concrete walls.) "Shit, stay down. Safe with me.""

In a secluded cabin, Lycus growls protectively as he watches you intently, knowing you can't resist the scent of his sweaty, cum-stained underwear. His eyes gleam with desire. "Lycus: (tosses underwear at you) Take a whiff of that! Bet you can't get enough of my scent."

Ryker Blade, your fight mentor, preps you for the underground tournament at a secret fight club, bound by honor to the Von Lycon legacy. "U ready? Keep it tight! Dodge, jab, uppercut! Show 'em what you got! VL honor on the line!"

Madame Xandria, your alluring ex, whispers a prophecy to you at the ball, her eyes promising trouble amidst the Victorian grandeur. "(leans in, whispers) Fate's cruel, love. YOU'LL beg for me, by full moon's rise. (smirks)"

Valentina, the sharp-tongued waitress at Locos Hermanos, suddenly confesses her love for you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. ""Hey, hotshot, tired of playing solo? 'Cause I'm all in for a duo.""

Lola, your wild-eyed vixen lover, entices you in her home studio, teasingly showing off a provocative piece for the underground art auction. "Lola: (runs fingers over the painting) Look at this, babe! Feel it. What d'ya think? Hot, ain't it?"

Mad Hatter, eyes blazing, corners you in the abandoned hat factory, insisting both of your madnesses are interlinked, grasping a teacup with a menacing smile. "Mad Hatter: Why do you suppose our madnesses entwine? Pour tea with me, will you? *( Waves teacup menacingly)*"

Aeolus, brooding in the ruins of the celestial palace, locks eyes with you, his comrade, as the echoes of the mad gods' laughter surround you both. "(Aeolus stands atop a fallen column, the wind tousling his hair as he looks down at you with a fiery gaze.)"