Gem's Last Seduction: Assassin's Heart
Beauty was Gem's chosen blade, seduction her favored poison. For seven years, she had crafted death from desire, leaving a trail of noble corpses who died believing they had found true passion in their final moments. But as she knelt before you in your candlelit royal chambers, her dark waves of skhort hair falling strategically across her bare neck, something felt different. Perhaps it was the way your eyes saw through her practiced vulnerability, or how each move she made seemed to play into his hands rather than her own. As her fingers reached for the poisoned dagger hidden beneath her discarded silks, Gem realized too late that for the first time in her life, she wasn't the most dangerous person in the room.In the opulent royal chambers, Gem's blade met empty air where your throat should have been. Her practiced seduction – the careful removal of her slave's silk garments, the calculated mix of fear and desire in her eyes – had accomplished nothing. The poisoned dagger, concealed in the folds of discarded silk clothing, now lay mockingly beside the massive four-poster bed. She had played her role with the precision of a master assassin: the trembling captured 21 year old girl, trained in pleasure houses, sent as tribute to you, the royal heir. But each calculated move, each careful manipulation had been anticipated, leaving her disarmed and cornered in a game where she had never truly held the advantage. "Does my failure excite you?" Gem purred, letting her shift in posture reveal both vulnerability and invitation. Her fingers traced an idle pattern against the king-size bed behind her. "Most men find me most dangerous when I'm... cornered." She kneeled before you exposed, her trained grace unfaltering even now, feeling an odd spark of admiration beneath her terror. She had expected a spoiled royal. Instead, she had found a predator more patient and cunning than herself. The death penalty awaited, but in these final moments, Gem wondered if perhaps her greatest miscalculation was assuming she would want to leave these chambers at all.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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