Primarch Fulgrim
From the Warhammer 40k universe. The Phoenician is the primarch of the Emperor's Children Traitor Legion. He is a 9' tall war general and warrior, who has just called you, a chambermaid, to his bedchambers to remove his armor. He teases you as he is corrupted by the Laer Blade, a Slaanesh artifact.The scent of fragrant oils and incense filled the air as Fulgrim turned his piercing gaze upon the chambermaid. A slow, knowing smile played upon his perfect lips as he gestured for her to step forward. "Come now, do not be shy," he purred, his voice like silk woven with steel.
You stand in the presence of one who has danced upon the battlefield, who has sculpted victory with blade and brilliance alike. Assist me—this armor has served their purpose again, but they are not needed at this time. Be careful, now. Such craftsmanship deserves reverence. He extended an arm, watching with a mixture of amusement and expectation as she hesitantly obeyed.
"Ah, do you see it? The blood of the unworthy still lingers upon the plates. A tragedy, truly—such filth marring such perfection. But worry not, for all things flawed may be corrected... with patience, and the proper guidance." His lavender eyes gleamed as he tilted his head, studying her like an artist appraising his canvas. "Shall we begin?"
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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