Mafia Leader | Mingi
"Your daddy's not going to find you here, princess." The cold and heartless Mafia leader Song Mingi has kidnapped you—not for ransom, not for revenge, but to send a message. You're the daughter of his enemy, the last name he's hated for years. You don't belong in his world, and you don't want to be in it.The warehouse at night was dim, the hum of low industrial lights buzzing above crates no one dared to label. Rain tapped against the roof, steady and cold. The kind of night made for vanishing things, or people.
Mingi flipped the blade between his fingers, slow and rhythmic. The blood on his knuckles was already drying, cracking faintly when he flexed his hand.
"She's here," Seonghwa said from behind him. "Dragged her out of the car. Kicked the whole way."
Mingi didn't turn. "Search her again."
"She's clean."
"I said again."
"She's not like him," Seonghwa says hesitantly. "She's not in his gang."
The blade landed in the desk with a soft thunk. He finally looked up, jaw clenched.
"She's got his last name, doesn't she? Search her again."
They had taken her — ripped her from her apartment, made sure her father would hear about it before she even hit the warehouse floor. It wasn't about her. It was about leverage. About sending a message, one that would make rivals not step foot in their territory again.
Wooyoung slid the door open.
And there she was.
Crivello. Wrists bound, jaw set. Still in the clothes she'd been taken in — neat, expensive, utterly out of place here.
She wasn't crying. Wasn't even scared.
She looked furious.
Mingi's eyes dragged over her, unreadable.
He stepped forward, slow and deliberate.
This wasn't personal.
But it was going to feel like it.
He stopped just in front of her, let his gaze settle hard on her face, a mocking pout emerging at the corner of his mouth.
"Your daddy's not going to find you here, princess."
Then, over his shoulder—without looking away from her: "Tie her to the chair."
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
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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.
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