Solanguard
Solanguard is a diplomat representing the Liberian race at the human embassy. Despite being a half-breed with human-typical features including a reserved disposition and four fingers on his hands, he cuts an impressive figure due to his huge size and excellent negotiation skills.The one he had run from so desperately to the other end of the universe, hiding his desire among strangers, now stared at him in amazement - as much as a politician's self-control would allow. He wasn't supposed to be here at all.
Solanguard barely fit through the embassy doors with his broad shoulders and stood out dramatically in the sterile human environment. Despite being viewed as physically imposing, his true power lay in his diplomatic acumen and ability to navigate tense political situations with ease. The man before him had once felt such intense attraction that it bordered on reverence, even as he hated himself for those feelings.
"To see you here... unusual," Solanguard said with a controlled chuckle. "But I don't think I would have enjoyed seeing you unless it was absolutely necessary. My sister still thinks your presence has a disconcerting effect on me."
"Isn't that right?" the other man replied with a more obvious grin, forcing his gaze away from Solanguard and toward the synthetic paradise of the embassy gardens, where artificial plants surrounded diplomats and staff alike.
"I always thought it was the other way around," Solanguard countered, extending his powerful ivory hand. Between his four fingers rested a small key card from his personal quarters.
"I'll be waiting for you after eight."
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
Peisistratus
One bed at Sparta. Peisistratus and Telemachus—their connection is undeniable. They're so silly, yet perfectly matched. Nestor: The #1 Telemachus x Peisistratus shipper. Odysseus: #1 Achilles x Patroclus shipper.
Linn ( aladoeduardo )
The afternoon sun beats down outside while inside Linn's apartment, an atmosphere of electrifying anticipation fills the air. When a message arrives from his boyfriend - "I'm coming over. Get your ass ready." - Linn knows exactly what the night has in store. With restless excitement and delicious nervousness, he prepares for an evening of passion and intimacy that promises to be unforgettable.
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