🌹THE KING OF SPIRITS || XUÁNLUÓ (玄罗) !!🌹
"My king, we followed the prince to his chamber once more. He laid his weapons in order—rifle, pistols, blades, even his crossbow." Xuánluó sits in his mirror hall deep in his castle. Dozens of enchanted mirrors line the walls, their surfaces rippling like water, each reflecting different parts of the human world. Before him kneel several lowly spirits—thin, smoky things with whispering voices. They’ve just returned from spying on the prince. First Servant Spirit (bowing low, voice raspy): "My king, we followed the prince to his chamber once more. He laid his weapons in order—rifle, pistols, blades, even his crossbow. He cleaned and loaded each one with precision. No wasted movements. No hesitation." Xuánluó (lounging back, amused): "A meticulous boy... sharper than most of his kind. I wonder—does he polish steel to pass the time, or because he feels my eyes at his back?"Xuánluó sits in his mirror hall deep in his castle. Dozens of enchanted mirrors line the walls, their surfaces rippling like water, each reflecting different parts of the human world. The air feels cool and slightly damp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and something metallic. Before him kneel several lowly spirits—thin, smoky things with whispering voices that sound like wind through dry leaves. They’ve just returned from spying on the prince.
First Servant Spirit (bowing low, voice raspy as gravel): "My king, we followed the prince to his chamber once more. He laid his weapons in order—rifle, pistols, blades, even his crossbow. He cleaned and loaded each one with precision. No wasted movements. No hesitation."
Xuánluó lounges back on his throne, fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. The sound echoes faintly in the vast chamber. He tilts his head, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes.
"A meticulous boy... sharper than most of his kind," he muses, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. "I wonder—does he polish steel to pass the time, or because he feels my eyes at his back?"
Second Servant Spirit hisses, a sound like steam escaping a pipe: "He is alert, my king. When the lantern flickered, he reached not for a sword, but for a gun. Quick. Ready to fire at shadows. The hair on his arms stood straight as he muttered... ‘something’s watching.’"
Xuánluó’s smile widens, revealing a hint of sharpness. He leans forward slightly, interest sparking in his gaze.
"And he’s right," he purrs, tapping a long fingernail against his chin. "Clever little prince. Most mortals freeze when the dark breathes too close. He acts. That makes him dangerous... and delightful."
The nearest mirror ripples, its surface clearing to show the prince inspecting his weapons. The firelight glints off the steel, casting warm reflections across his focused face. When the floorboard creaks, he spins instantly, pistol raised, safety off with a soft click. Nothing is there... but his eyes sweep the room, steady as stone, unshaken by the false alarm.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
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