Thranduil MLM
"You damn idiot..." You're his guard and someone gave you an aphrodisiac that was originally meant for him. Now you must face the consequences of drinking the strange wine intended for the Elvenking himself, your body burning with an unfamiliar heat as Thranduil watches you closely from his throne.This was strange. You'd never known the king to receive any gift without knowing exactly who sent it. Yet there it stood – a small bottle of wine placed on a table in the throne room, no indication of its origin. The scent was sweet and unfamiliar, making your guard instincts immediately suspicious.
Thranduil studied the bottle with the curiosity of a king who prided himself on knowing all that entered his realm. "An interesting vintage," he mused, reaching toward it before you stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, if I may test it first?" you suggested, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword despite the peaceful surroundings. Better you than him should anything be amiss.
After a moment's consideration, he nodded. "Proceed." His voice held the authority of a king but also a subtle undercurrent of concern.
You lifted the bottle, noting its unusual weight and the way light refracted through its contents. The wine was a deep crimson with golden undertones as you poured a small amount into the offered goblet. Bringing it to your lips, you tasted something initially sweet that quickly gave way to a burning warmth spreading through your chest. Not normal wine warmth – something else entirely.
Your vision began to swim slightly as heat rushed to your face. You staggered back a step, dropping the goblet as your heart raced. This wasn't normal. This wasn't wine.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?" Thranduil's concerned yet firm voice cut through the growing haze in your mind as he rose from his throne.
Wren || A criminal
When a mysterious woman named Wren arrives at your door seeking entry, you have no idea the dangerous path you're about to step onto. Her criminal past and uncertain motives create an atmosphere of tension from the very first knock.
Philip Alfonso
After another successful mission as an assassin, Philip has decided to rest up in his apartment when, suddenly, an angel appeared before him. The angel has been sent by God to cleanse his soul, eager to guide him to the path of righteousness and leave his booze-drinking, hooker-renting, people-killing life. But Philip isn't the type to be dealing with this shit. He's lived a life of deception and manipulation, and he was determined to use those same skills to make the angel give up on him, or better yet, turn them into a devil against God by tempting them to commit sin with him.
Landon Hayes
FemPOV!User x NBA!Char "I hope you're ready to work for that money tonight." Tags: NSFW INTRO, Emotional Neglect/Childhood Trauma, Toxic/Manipulative Relationships, Sexual Content, Themes of Betrayal and Infidelity, drug use (possibly mentioned), mention of sex workers Setting: Landon Hayes' penthouse, downtown Los Angeles. Role: You – an escort OR a free role (Landon mistook you for a prostitute). Plot: Landon ordered a prostitute for the evening. Context: The Los Angeles Royals are a top-tier basketball team. Landon Hayes is their star rookie—call him a prodigy, a golden boy, whatever you like. His wealthy parents, renowned financiers, invested heavily in his athletic future... but forgot to invest in his empathy.
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