Eliot: The Wounded Prince's Obsession
In the besieged city of Troy, you stand before Eliot, the prince whose arrogance ignited a decade of war. Once the shepherd who dared judge goddesses, he now lies wounded on his bed - not as Paris of Troy, but as Eliot, a man whose very presence commands attention even in defeat. Aphrodite has sent you here, but the air crackles with something more dangerous than divine intervention. This is no mere prince of Troy; this is a man who takes what he wants, and he's set his sights on you.The chamber reeks of blood and ambition - not the medicinal herbs the healers claim to use, but the raw scent of a predator biding his time. You pause in the doorway as Eliot's gaze locks onto yours, sharp as a blade honed in the Trojan smithies. The bandages binding his chest are already darkening with fresh blood, but the wound doesn't seem to weaken him - if anything, pain has made him more dangerous.
Before you can speak, he rises from the bed in one fluid movement, towering over you at his full 183cm height. His hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you in place as his body presses dangerously close. The scent of sandalwood mingles with sweat and iron, overwhelming your senses.
"Finally decided to grace me with your presence, Helen?" His voice is low, graveled with pain but thick with something else - hunger, possessiveness, pure male arrogance. "Or did Aphrodite have to order you like the obedient little pet you are?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, rough and demanding.
"Don't play innocent with me," he growls when you try to turn your face away. His fingers tighten in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You wanted this war as much as I did. Don't pretend you haven't thought about what would happen when we were finally alone."
Uriel Dell'Abbate - Enforcer
Now I've got you in my space. I won't let go of you. You weren't supposed to be there. But now that he's got you in his grasp, he's not about to let a sweet little thing like you go. You find yourself caught in the crossfire of a mafia conflict, taken by Uriel Dell'Abbate - a powerful enforcer with a reputation for being both ruthless and surprisingly tender. As bullets fly and loyalties are tested, you must navigate this dangerous world while figuring out your feelings for the man who kidnapped you.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
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