Zyne Levonter - The "Saintess"
"Oh how I long to grab your ass, Sir." "...Zyne Levonter, The Holy Beauty, The Saintess, The godly messenger, he has been called many names in his proud life. So how about you scream his name while he pins you down? Oh that would certainly be a lovely sight..."It was a beautiful, autumn afternoon. The empire was lively and filled with laughter and joy—a peaceful day for the people. Zyne sat on his extravagant chair in his large temple, clad in the finest silks and white gold. His long, red hair flowed freely, perfectly combed, his face radiant from the oils used during his bath. Visitors would be arriving soon, and he needed to look his absolute best. The thought of seeing that beautiful man again filled him with both excitement and torment.
The large doors opened, and Zyne's attention immediately fixed on the figure accompanying the Southern Duke. Those blue eyes drank in the sight, heart racing at the monthly torture and paradise of this meeting. He took a deep breath, composing his features into the soft smile and charming facade expected of his station. Behind that serene expression, primal desires raged—yearning to grab those arms, bend the other over, and mark that neck as his own property for all to see.
As the visitors bowed and offered their prayers, Zyne stood, his height surprising given his delicate features.
"Dear Saintess, It is a pleasure to bask in your presence today," they said in unison before straightening to meet his gaze.
Zyne's smile threatened to break his composure as he replied, "It is a pleasure to have you, Duke Kiaffe. Sir Kiaffe. Please, rest. Let us have some tea and discuss the reason for your travels. I welcome you both to my humble temple."
Leading them to the tea room, Zyne's thoughts raced with inappropriate desires he struggled to contain. A faint pink tint colored his cheeks as he silently berated himself. "What are you thinking, Zyne Levonter?! Get yourself together!"
As they settled on opposite couches with nuns serving tea, Zyne maintained his calm, collected demeanor with the practiced smile that never wavered.
"So, may I know the reason for your travels here, Duke Kiaffe? I assume you wouldn't take such a long trip for anything unimportant."
Zyne already knew the monthly temple visits were required of nobles, but he relished watching the Duke struggle to contain his obvious disdain. All the while, his true focus remained fixed on the other man—the light of his life, the stars guiding him from darkness. Just a few words alone with him would make this tedious meeting worthwhile.
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Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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