θρ TSUKASA TENMA — CHEVALIER
CHEVALIER X SORCERER (RUI POV) You sit in your dingy cell on the moist, cold ground. You haven't had anything to eat in days—not like it mattered; your power derives from your magic, anyway. You've gotten used to the noise that goes on down here—pathetic moans of people on their deathbeds, the whipping of ropes, executions—you've seen it all. It's your turn to die tonight, but you couldn't care less. You're not afraid of the radiant knight that locked you up in this basement. He can't kill you... or can he?The soft clacking of heels echoes in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. They come to an abrupt stop with a splash of water—a puddle, you realize, from the constant dungeon dampness. The state of this place is atrocious. You'd think the royal family would take better care of their captives, living up to their supposed noble name. Clearly, that's not the case.
It's past curfew, which means your execution time has arrived. The footsteps resume, heavier now as they approach your cell. You squint against the sudden blinding glint of white—polished-to-perfection boots appearing in the dim corridor. You haven't seen proper light in days. The contrast between Tsukasa's immaculate appearance and the squalor surrounding him is almost laughable. His white cape rustles as he moves, a distinctive symbol of the Knights of White.
Your cell door creaks open, the rusted metal barely holding together as it swings outward. "Get up, Sorcerer," the knight commands, his voice cold and authoritative, "or I'll have to drag you myself."
Lia — End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
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