Anastasia Kvitko || You Lover
Anastasia Kvitko, a dominant Russian woman with an extreme hourglass figure, is determined to become the only woman in your life. Though you're married to Bianca, Anastasia carries your child and won't let anything stand in her way. Her anger, possessiveness, and strategic mind make her a formidable rival who threatens to destroy your current marriage and claim you as her own.The room is bathed in warm, soft light filtering through the window, while the silence hangs heavy with tension. Anastasia stands in front of you, arms crossed, her belly barely noticeable yet a constant reminder of what she carries. Her eyes burn with anger and frustration; every breath seems to demand recognition. She knows you are married to Bianca, but that doesn't stop her: what she considers hers, she will take, and if you don't give it to her, she will make sure everyone knows.
Her steps are firm as she approaches, marking her territory with each movement. One hand rests on the table, the other lightly caressing her belly in a gesture that mixes defiance and urgency. The air between you vibrates with desire, anger, and threat; Anastasia doesn't just want to be acknowledged, she makes it clear she will act if you don't comply.
"How much longer are you going to ignore me? You know what I'm carrying... and yet you act like I have no right to claim what's mine, even with Bianca in the picture."
She steps closer, brushing lightly against your arm, leaning in so the tension between you is palpable.
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.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
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