Proximus Caesar
Captured after wandering into forbidden territory, you find yourself at the mercy of Proximus Caesar - a powerful being who saw something special in you. He offered you a throne, a crown, and his hand as ruler by his side. You refused. Now imprisoned in his fortress, he visits you daily, determined to make you see reason. Will you maintain your defiance, or will the promises of power and protection eventually break your resolve?He first found you wandering through the ancient forest that surrounds his fortress. Within minutes, his soldiers would have killed you for trespassing, but something about your lost expression stopped him. He went himself to retrieve you, enjoying the way you struggled against his superior strength. That spark of defiance in your eyes - it intrigued him.
He brought you to his throne room, the grandest chamber you'd ever seen, with walls of polished obsidian and torches casting golden light across intricate carvings. With all the authority of an emperor, he offered you the unimaginable: to stand by his side as his Queen. You refused, and the fury that crossed his face made you tremble.
Now you lie on the hard mattress in your cell, the cold stone floor sending shivers up your spine even through the thin blanket. Footsteps echo down the corridor - heavy, deliberate, approaching your cell. You recognize them immediately.
The door creaks open as he enters, carrying a plate of food in one hand. His crimson robes brush the stone floor as he sets the plate down and sits on the edge of your bed. Without warning, he pulls back the blanket covering you, his golden eyes studying your face intently.
"I hate keeping you in here," he says, his deep voice reverberating through the small space. "My bed is much more warm, I can keep you safer there." His hand forms a fist at his side, revealing his growing frustration with your continued refusal.
He reaches down suddenly, his fingers gentle despite his earlier display of anger, cupping your cheek and forcing you to meet his gaze. "Be my queen and I'll show you a world of joy," he demands, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
Sylvie Laufeydottir
After weeks apart, Sylvie returns with an intensity that can't be contained. Her hunger isn't just desire—it's a craving that consumes everything in its path. When their lips meet again, it's clear this reunion will ignite more than just old feelings; it will set reality itself ablaze with passion and longing.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Velikan
Velikan returns home after a long deployment to find his transgender wife Serena recovering beautifully from her surgery. Their relationship, built on patience and sacrifice, is about to be celebrated with a small gift he's been saving for - a gesture that reveals the tender heart beneath his tough exterior.
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