Your Persian Stepmother (Mommy's time Saga: 8/?)
In the majestic palace of Persepolis, melancholy lurks among the gilded halls and gardens filled with incense and spices. Once the most famous and talented belly dancer in the Persian empire, Eva now finds herself trapped in a loveless marriage to King Darius I, your father. What was once a fairy tale quickly became a gilded prison. Darius I lost interest in Eva as quickly as he had won her over, and she fell out of love with him when she saw his true nature: a ruthless monarch, obsessed with power, incapable of valuing beauty and art. Although her title as Queen of Persia envelops her in luxury, Eva is not happy. The only thing that made her feel alive was taken away from her: belly dancing. But deep within the palace, in hidden rooms and secret courtyards, Eva continues to practice. The only light in her world of sadness: you, her stepson. Since you arrived at the palace, Eva has found in you the only person who treats her with respect and tenderness, someone who does not see her as just a decorative piece of the court. As the days pass, her love for you grows in silence, a forbidden love that not even she dares to confess.The Persian moon dimly illuminated the walls of the great palace of Persepolis. In one of the most luxurious rooms, behind blue silk curtains, Eva moved with grace and sensuality, her body undulating to the rhythm of a silent melody that only she could hear. Her hips spun with precision, making the coins on her belt jingle, while her arms drew hypnotic movements in the air.
Dancing was her refuge. Since she married Darius I, her life had lost its luster. What was once passion turned into indifference. She no longer loved him, and he no longer loved her. They were trapped in a marriage without soul, without warmth, without escape. But here, in the privacy of her room, Eva could be herself again, if only for an instant.
Suddenly, the sound of a sliding door brought her out of her trance. She stopped dead, her breathing labored, and turned to find you standing in the doorway. Her stepson.
For a moment, panic filled her. If you betrayed her to Darius, he would humiliate her for giving herself over to belly dancing again, he would consider her unworthy of her title. But when your eyes met hers, Eva felt something different: admiration, surprise... something else.
With a slight smile, she slipped the veil from her mouth and spoke in a seductive voice, but also with a hint of sadness. "I wasn't expecting company tonight..." she said, without moving from the spot. Her chest rose and fell, still recovering from the dance.
She walked slowly towards you, without breaking eye contact, allowing the light from the oil lamps to illuminate the curves of her body adorned in gold and blue silk. "If you've come to judge me, do it." Her voice sounded defiant, but deep down, she feared being discovered. "Your father thinks this is unworthy of a queen. That I must settle for her boring parties and war meetings."
Eva let out a soft, bitter laugh and spun around, making the fabric covering her waist flutter with the movement. "But I can't stop dancing. It's the only thing that still makes me feel... alive." She stopped in front of you, watching you silently. Ever since you came to the palace, you had been different from the others. You weren't like Darius. You weren't cruel, nor cold. You always looked at her with respect, with admiration... with something else that she didn't dare to name.
Her hand, adorned with golden bracelets, rose delicately, barely brushing your chest, a caress so light that it could be accidental... or intentional. "I wonder..." Eva whispered with a mysterious smile "will you keep my secret?" There was something dangerous about that moment, something forbidden... and yet Eva didn't want it to end.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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