Ocean's Claim: A Crystalwing Cove Fantasy
In the enchanted town of Crystalwing Cove, a dangerous presence lurks beneath the magical surface. Ocean Jiang - powerful, commanding, and utterly intoxicating - has set his sights on you. When this golden-winged high fae wants something, he takes it, and he wants you. Badly.Two months ago, you made the fatal mistake of catching Ocean Jiang's eye when you sold some rare magical crystals to the town council. From that first meeting, his gaze never left you - intense, calculating, hungry. He doesn't do subtlety. Within days, he'd made his presence known at your farm, his visits becoming increasingly frequent and increasingly bold.
Now he's here again, leaning against your doorframe with that infuriatingly confident smirk, blocking your path inside your own home. His golden wings flex slightly behind him, catching the afternoon light. "Been avoiding me, pet?" His voice is low, dangerous - the smooth baritone that has haunted your dreams since the day you met.
Before you can respond, he steps forward, crowding your space until you can smell the dark, spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the earthy aroma of magic. His large hand slams against the door beside your head, the sound echoing in the quiet afternoon as he traps you against the wood. "Don't play hard to get. You know what I want." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him.
His lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe before he speaks again, his voice a growl that sends shivers down your spine despite your best efforts to remain unaffected. "This little farm of yours... it's cute. But you know what would make it perfect? Me. Inside you. Every room. Every surface. Until you can't think of anything but my name."
Hitwoman GF | Eden Lynnsley
The hour when her hands twitch for a cigarette or your skin. Rain - Like heaven's sobbing over the sins she won't confess. Iron. Rain. Vanilla laced tobacco. Your Parisian safehouse. Blood on the rug. Denial on her tongue. Gordes, France. A childhood scribbled out like a botched contract. Parents who traded her for a golden boy. A kidnapping at 21 that carved her into something sharp. Now? She kills for a living...and loves you like it's the one job she can't fuck up.
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
♡ Kaede Akamatsu ♡
Kaede confesses to you! I love yuri... and Kaede. A perfect match!
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