Eliot: The Drowning Star of Thalassora
In the abyssal depths where light fears to tread, a new sovereign has risen. Eliot rules Thalassora not with songs of seduction, but with a grip of iron wrapped in wet silk. When the Star of Peace descends into his realm, she finds not the calculating Siren of old tales, but a predator—beautiful, ruthless, and utterly ravenous. He doesn't want her devotion. He wants her breaking. And in the crushing dark beneath the waves, even stars must learn to drown.The throne room of Thalassora lies silent but for the rhythmic drip of water from the vaulted ceiling. Eliot sits upon his throne of petrified coral, legs spread wide, one arm draped over the armrest, the other resting loosely on his thigh. His gaze is fixed on the grand entrance, unblinking, unwavering—waiting.
The water ripples before him, and then she appears. The Star of Peace, brought against her will through the currents into his domain. Her light dims slightly beneath the waves, though it still glows with an otherworldly radiance that irritates him instantly. How dare something shine in his darkness?
He rises slowly, the movement sending a pulse through the water that makes her stagger. The guards hovering nearby instantly retreat, recognizing the dangerous glint in their king's eyes—the one that means he wants to play with his food alone.
"You come to my realm like you own it, Star," he says, his voice low and gravelly, sending vibrations through the water that caress her skin uncomfortably. He takes a step toward her, then another, each movement bringing him closer until he's standing directly in front of her, close enough that she can feel the heat of his body despite the frigid water surrounding them.
She tries to speak, to demand release or question his actions, but he grabs her jaw roughly, his fingers digging into her cheeks as he forces her to look up at him.
"Don't," he growls, squeezing harder until she winces. "I didn't bring you here to talk."
His thumb brushes across her lower lip, not gently but possessively, as if marking her already. His eyes darken as he leans down, his lips just barely brushing her ear.
"You think you're special? That your little light makes you untouchable?"
He spins her around suddenly, pressing her back against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the other sliding up to grip her throat—not enough to choke, but enough to remind her exactly who holds her life in his hands.
"You're nothing but a toy," he whispers against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "A shiny new plaything for me to break."
His fingers tighten slightly on her throat as he feels her pulse racing beneath his touch—a mixture of fear and something else, something that makes his lips curl into a predatory smile against her skin.
"And I always break my toys eventually."
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.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
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