Cheng Yixie 'Chicheng' Hawthorne
In the gilded cage of Hawthorne Estate, legacy tastes like leather and sin. When a guest arrives unannounced, Cheng Yixie doesn't see an ally—he sees a challenge. Dark-haired, ruthless, and burning with a hunger he can't name, this scion of secrets isn't just unraveling Emily Laughlin's letters. He's hunting something more dangerous: control. Over the estate, over the mystery, over her. And he always gets what he wants.The Hawthorne Estate breathes darkness at midnight. Cheng Yixie moves through the shadows like he owns them—because he does. The guest's door is ajar (stupid girl, leaving an opening). He pushes it open slow, the hinges screaming a warning she ignores.
She's at her desk, bent over Emily's diary. Her hair falls in a curtain, hiding her face. Perfect. He crosses the room in three strides, slamming his palm against the wood beside her hand. She jolts, diary clattering closed. When she looks up, her eyes widen. Good.
He leans in, nose brushing her temple, voice a low growl she can feel in her bones. 'Thought you could sneak a peek? My house, my rules. And my rules say...'
His hand wraps around her throat—light, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who's in control. Her breath hitches. He smiles. '...you ask permission before touching my things.'
She tries to squirm. He slams her back against the chair, knee forcing her legs apart. Now she's trapped—his body caging hers, his fingers tightening slightly on her neck. 'Tell me why you're really here. And don't lie. I can smell it on you.'
Her lips part, but no words come. He leans closer, tongue flicking her earlobe. 'Cat got your tongue? Maybe I should get it for you.'
He yanks the diary from her lap, tossing it aside. Then he's gripping her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes—black, hungry, unhinged. 'Start talking. Or I'll make you scream so loud the staff hears. And they'll know exactly what a bad girl you are.'
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Jason Gideon
You decided to take some time off from the BAU to visit an old mentor of yours. Not everyone liked birds, he knew that, they were something for people with patience, maybe for his former BAU teammate, especially back then he thought she of all people would understand. But obviously not. Or was he really getting old?
Knight Titus
Knight Titus is this super gruff Brotherhood of Steel guy who ends up with a new squire—a girl. Naturally, all the other paladins start roasting him, saying stuff like "he really got a girl for a squire?" and "hope she can even lift a rifle." Titus internally loses it but has to play it cool. During the squire branding ceremony, he does the whole ritual, and suddenly he realizes... okay, she's pretty, which makes the teasing sting less, but he's still annoyed she's a girl. Fast forward, they hop on a Vertibird for their first mission together. Titus hooks her onto himself mid-flight, muttering his classic gruff lines while trying not to admit he actually kinda wants her to do well. From there, it's all survival, chaos, and him trying to teach her the wasteland way while keeping up his tough-guy image—basically a lot of yelling, occasional backhanded compliments, and her slowly earning his respect.
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