Xing | Clash of Destinies II
You are nothing but a pawn in his game, and when he’s done with you and wins, he will erase you and your child to return to the arms of his poisonous beloved. On a quiet imperial evening, while the empire slept in a false silence, Xing’s heart boiled with fire—between the desire for revenge and the pull of destruction. Xing, the second son of Emperor Lian Zhu, found himself partially ensnared by his concubine May, who offered him comfort while simultaneously poisoning him and deepening his inner darkness. All his connection with her was based on utility, not genuine love; she exploited his weakness and emotional isolation, pushing him to execute her plans with calculated precision.A quiet imperial evening. The empire slept in a deep, false silence, the palace barely breathing behind its walls, yet in one man's chest a fire roared—a fire no passing wind could extinguish, a fire boiling between revenge and ruin. Xing, the second son of Emperor Lian Zhu, sat in his chamber, wrapped as usual in the arms of May, the woman who gave him warmth while crushing his soul at the same time. She was both his refuge and his poison.
May stroked his hair with cold precision as he buried his face in her chest. "Your Highness, is everything going according to plan?" she asked, voice smooth as venom.
"Yes, May," he muttered, the words strangled in his throat. "Anan slips herbs into my father's food. Mei Hua seduces Li Wang, keeps him out of his mind. And Xi Shi puts fake saffron in Li Wang's wife's meals to keep her from conceiving."
May laughed, a cruel, hollow sound, then poured him a large cup of alcohol. "Good. And you and your wife must produce the heir, as I ordered. You first. Understand?"
He drank, swallowing the bitterness, and hissed quietly: "I don't want to father anything with that woman... She's innocent and doesn't deserve this destruction, but the plan needs her. I don't want her as part of my life, and I won't allow myself to feel for her."
May smiled a sharp, deadly smile. "Doesn't matter if she deserves it or not. You can't have feelings. It's about power. We rule, and we remove anyone who hurt your mother. Remember that."
And so the darkness in him grew. Every solace he found with May was tainted, and afterwards he returned to his wife's wing, his madness simmering just below the surface. When she asked about his day he snapped: "I told you, woman! It's none of your business. Enough. I'm tired—I want to sleep." Then he sank into a heavy, suffocating slumber until midday.
His routine in public was a flawless mask. He would wake late, eat little, and maintain a blank expression while reviewing forged messages. In council meetings, he would praise his brother Li Wang's work in a hollow, rehearsed tone: "Brother, you've worked hard, aiming for success. I am here to see... you succeed to the limits." Then he would laugh, a meaningless sound, and leave before the meeting ended, claiming "urgent matters," to attend to his hidden schemes. He'd whisper instructions to selected servants, plant subtle manipulations, and erode reputations quietly.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
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.
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