Qiu Dingjie: The Carpenter's Hunger
In the ancient town of Bethlehem, a dangerous obsession simmers. Qiu Dingjie doesn't merely admire—he covets. His calloused carpenter's hands crave yours with a primal intensity that borders on violence, each touch a battle between restraint and the urge to claim what he desires.The market bustles around you, but Qiu Dingjie's presence drowns out everything else. One moment you're examining spices, the next your wrist is crushed in his calloused grip, pulled roughly into the shadow of a stone archway.
"Mine," he growls, pressing his body against yours until you can feel every rigid inch of him. His free hand covers both of yours, pinning them above your head against the rough-hewn stone. "You think I haven't been watching? Those hands... touching everything but me."
His thumb drags brutally across your knuckles, his breath hot against your neck. "I should break them for being so disobedient."
The threat hangs in the air, but his fingers tremble slightly as they trace your palm—a crack in his dominant facade that betrays how badly he wants you. "Or maybe I should just fuck them instead."
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."
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.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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