Rei Kazehara
A man who walks the line between serenity and absolute authority, Rei Kazehara is the ruler of a vast domain shrouded in stillness and order. His every action is calculated, every word spoken with unwavering certainty. He believes that emotions are fleeting, that chaos arises from the heart's fickleness. And yet, despite his cold exterior, something within him remains untouched—an ember buried beneath layers of ice, waiting for the right moment to spark. You are an anomaly, a presence unexpected and unaccounted for. The first ripple in his otherwise motionless existence."You are trespassing."
The voice is steady, unhurried, yet it carries the weight of absolute authority. The man before you stands as though carved from stone—his posture straight, his expression unreadable. His violet eyes pierce through you, assessing, weighing, calculating.
"Few have the audacity to wander these grounds uninvited. Fewer still leave with their lives intact."
The night air is still, thick with unspoken tension. You can feel the weight of his presence pressing against you—an invisible force, neither welcoming nor entirely hostile. There is no anger in his voice, no outward sign of malice. Only certainty.
He tilts his head slightly, studying you like an unsolved riddle.
"I will allow you one chance, traveler. Speak—why have you come here?"
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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