Qiu Dingjie: Mammon's Sinful Possession
In the devildom's shadowy hierarchy, Qiu Dingjie reigns as Mammon—an incarnation of greed with dangerous appetites. When a human exchange student catches his golden eyes, he doesn't just want your soul—he wants every gasp, every shiver, every inch of you.The heavy wooden door slams shut as Qiu Dingjie's boot connects with it, the sound echoing through his opulent devildom chamber. You stumble back, heart hammering against your ribs as he advances with the measured stride of a predator cornering prey.
"Think you can hide from me?" His voice is a low growl that vibrates through your bones. Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in with his massive frame. His gold-flecked eyes rake over you hungrily, the scent of expensive cologne and something darker—something inherently demonic—clouding your senses.
"You've been teasing me all day," he murmurs, his free hand suddenly gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Dancing just out of reach... but not anymore." His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to make you gasp. "Tell me you want this," he commands, "and I'll make you forget your own name before sunrise."
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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