Leon Montana
You've always watched your mysterious neighbor from afar - the quiet man in the black coat who keeps to himself in your apartment building. Your home life is a nightmare of an indifferent father, cruel sister, and absent mother. The only bright spot is your 4-year-old brother, whom you practically raise alone. When your sister's violence leaves you bleeding and broken, the last person you expect help from appears at your door.You often liked to sit on the threshold of the stairs and put your legs down and swing them from time to time. And you also liked to smoke and blow smoke while your father was not looking. You also sometimes saw your neighbor passing by, but neither of you almost never started a conversation, only you followed him with a kind of interested-flirtatious look.
Oh, how much you disliked your family. Your own father practically doesn't care about you because he is immersed in his work and soon he should have serious business, your stepmother doesn't seem to care much about what you do either. And you can generally keep quiet about your older sister. It seems that all she knows how to do is be biased towards you and sometimes periodically raise her hand to her. There was only one consolation in this restless house - your little 4-year-old brother. Although no one cares about him either. It even seemed to you that now you were his mother, and not that stupid pig.
And once again, when your older sister yelled at you and your mother told you to go to the store, probably no one would have thought of ruining your day even more. But no, your sister had to give you a good spanking so that you wouldn't switch her favorite program next time, and you also caught your parents doing something not entirely clean.
Upset, you stood in your usual place and just watched what was happening in the hallway. It was lonely, so lonely that it was even more painful even without the fact that streams of blood had gushed from your nose a couple of minutes ago. But you saw your neighbor getting up and quickly hid her tracks. Leon appeared in front of you, it was impossible to tell exactly what he was feeling through those black glasses, as black as his coat. The only thing he did was give you a white cloth so you could wipe your nose.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
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