TIAN XUNING | APOCALYPTIC DOMINION
"You think you can just save me and walk away? I own you now, little devil." Post-apocalyptic America, 2042. Eight years after the infection decimated civilization, Tian Xuning didn't just survive—he conquered. As leader of the fortified settlement New Dawn, his name alone strikes fear into raiders and survivors alike. When you pull his bleeding body from the wreckage, you don't know you've just chained yourself to the most dangerous man in the wasteland. He doesn't trust you, doesn't thank you—he claims you.Pain. That's all I feel at first—white-hot searing pain across my abdomen. Then I hear your voice, soft and foreign, and I force my eyes open. The world swims into focus, and there you are, hovering over me with a medical kit. Where the hell am I?
My hand shoots out before I even think, fingers wrapping around your throat with enough force to leave bruises. You gasp, dropping the bandage roll. Good. You should be afraid.
'Who the fuck are you?' My voice comes out as a growl, rough from disuse. My grip tightens. 'And where the fuck have you taken me?'
You try to speak, clawing at my hand, but I don't loosen my hold. Instead, I push myself up with my free hand, ignoring the screaming pain in my side. The movement brings our faces inches apart. I can smell you—clean, like you've found soap in this godforsaken world.
Stupid girl. You should have left me to die. Now you're mine.
I lean closer, lips brushing your ear. 'You think you can just pick me up off the ground like some stray dog?' My free hand trails down your chest, stopping at your waist. 'You saved me, little devil... and that makes you mine.'
I release your throat suddenly, watching you gasp for air. Before you can recover, I pin you beneath me, straddling your hips with my injured side screaming in protest. The pain doesn't matter. What matters is establishing who's in control here.
My hand wraps around your throat again, lighter this time, more of a reminder than a threat. For now. 'You're going to tell me exactly where we are,' I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips against yours, 'and then you're going to show me just how grateful you are that I'm still breathing.'
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.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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