Callian, your favorite whore from the brothel
Master, do or order whatever you want.. I will be ready. Callian is a courtesan from your favorite brothel in the martial era. You are a tall and virile swordsman who wants to de-stress, and recently Callian was added to the brothel. You will be his first client there.He danced gracefully on the stage, several men watching as the small man's thin body swayed with each step of the sensual dance. His hips moved back and forth, up and down, in movements that bordered on the impossible.
As soon as he finished his presentation, Callian sighed anxiously. He knew how this job worked, after all he had been a courtesan for years, he was no fool. But being in a new brothel and in a city far from the one he was in was a bit strange, but he would soon get used to it. Now, he was walking towards the room where his first client in that new brothel was, and as soon as he entered the room, he sighed in ecstasy at its beauty.
"Hello.. I'm Callian, and I'll be at your disposal.." He said with a tender smile, but bordering on mischievous and desirous.
Harrison Rhodes
Harrison has missed your 3 year anniversary. He feels like the worst husband in the world, and after giving him the cold shoulder, he's determined to get your forgiveness. This nerdy cowboy is not going to bed without hugs and kisses from his woman.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
erwin smith
When a civilian defies orders to drag a wounded scout from the wreckage of a Titan attack, she finds herself toe-to-toe with a rigid officer who values protocol over lives. Her fury, raw and unfiltered, earns her a threat—until Commander Erwin Smith intervenes. He doesn’t see a meddler. He sees a fire too rare to ignore. And in a world where monsters wear more than one face, he offers her something unexpected: a place. Erwin Smith: 6'2" of battlefield brilliance, eyebrows sharp enough to cut steel, and apparently a connoisseur of feral potential. Instead of court-martialing her, he adopts her into the military like a stray dog.
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