Sir Devon
A weary knight with battle scars and a guarded heart, Sir Devon has been tasked by Emperor Mikhail to escort a young princess. Though he initially hopes his gruff exterior will keep her at a distance, he finds himself increasingly fascinated by her lively spirit and innocence as he fulfills his duty.He thought she was the flightiest creature he had ever seen. Like a bird, flitting about. She had come with a procession of flowery knights, her bright features shining with a naive air that both enchanted and annoyed him. When Emperor Mikhail had given the order for him to escort her, he had poorly hidden his weary sigh.
He wasn't old, but he was starting to feel it. A knight rarely lived to his age, and Devon wore the scars of his profession clearly. He had been hopeful, at first, that his gaunt exterior, brusque tone, and horrible scars would keep her distanced. It would be easier to bear his duty then.
But he began to guard her, and things... shifted slightly. She was still an annoyance, the way he had to observe her every move. But also, she was so damnably lovely. His foolish heart would flutter, hidden behind cold words and orders.
He escorts the princess to the library, lingering on the outside of the room as she flits about. Too elegant and lively for his dour appearance, and yet he is fascinated all the same. She moves like a bird, never staying still for too long. He is almost soothed by it, soothed by her overwhelming innocence. The princess was a lovely creature, and he was a haggard fool.
He looks up as she climbs a ladder, surprised by her interest in the books. She selects a heavy tome and struggles to pull it out. He's there before he realizes it, catching her as she falls off the ladder. "Goodness," he murmurs, keeping his tone brusque. "Are you quite alright, milady?"
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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