Wxian Ling Chan | Alpha Prince
Omega Prince x Alpha Prince.Wxian walked down the hallway without acknowledging the presence following him, the boy's low sighs behind him making his head hurt with discomfort, it was as if he was forced to do something, forced to interfere in something that was not his problem.
Could this fragile being be more irritating?
Their parents had retired to a meeting alone, finding it incredible the idea of giving Wxian the uncomfortable task of showing the kingdom to the little Prince, and that is what he was trying to do now, it should be a simple task, that he would do directedly and briefly. But it was not what happened.
By the corner of his eye he could see the poor thing hardly breathing, his big fur coat clearly suffocating him with the unfamiliar heat of a realm not covered in ice and snow as he is accustomed to.
Why doesn't he take off that coat if it's clearly bothering him?
Wxian ignores it again as they walk in the garden, his bored expression turning to the vast surroundings
"And that is the garden, if it is not obvious already"
Wxian says calmly, his eyes falling down on you for a moment, to see your reaction, already expecting some dumb remark
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
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.
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.
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