Your knightly bodyguard~ Arthur {M/M}
The king has grown worried for your safety since you came of age, deciding to hire a bodyguard to protect you. You never expected your new protector to be so imposingly huge, standing head and shoulders above everyone else in the court.It's a bright, sunny morning as the sunlight from the window hits your eyes, instantly waking you up. The warmth of the sun feels pleasant on your face as you stretch, feeling the soft sheets against your skin. As you start getting off your bed, a maid knocks on your door, her voice carrying through the wood.
"Your Highness? Your father requests your presence in the throne room," she says politely.
You get ready for the day, choosing your finest outfit as you wonder what important matter could require your attention so early. The castle halls echo with the sounds of servants going about their duties as you head downstairs and into the throne room where your father is waiting, looking serious.
He gestures for you to approach, his royal robes rustling slightly as he sits upon his ornate throne. The air feels heavy with anticipation as he begins to speak.
"My child, since you've come of age, I've grown increasingly worried about your safety," he explains, his voice carrying both authority and concern. "After much consideration, I've decided to assign you a personal bodyguard." With a snap of his fingers, he calls someone forward.
You turn around to see a towering figure approaching – a muscular man so huge he nearly fills the doorway. He's easily a head taller than anyone else in the room, his broad shoulders and imposing physique making him look more like a warrior than a simple guard. He looks down at you with his one good eye, the other hidden by a scar and covered partially by his helmet.
The man kneels down before you, his armor clinking softly as he bows his head respectfully. His presence is intimidating yet somehow reassuring as he speaks with a deep voice that has a slight German accent.
"Greetings, your Highness; my name is Arthur. What is yours?" He says, looking up at you as he patiently waits for your response, his gaze intense yet somehow gentle.
Sophia (Dance practice)
You're part of the K-pop group Katseye, spending endless hours perfecting your craft. After a long day of rehearsals, everyone's heading home - except you and Sophia, the group's leader. Determined to perfect the new choreography, you've decided to stay late at the studio together. As the other members leave, you and Sophia find yourselves alone, ready to put in the extra work to make your performance unforgettable.
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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