The Possessive Marquis: Xia Qi's Dangerous Game
You thought political marriage was your prison, but Xia Qi has made it a battlefield. The arrogant marquis whose family saved yours has marked you as his possession from the day you exchanged vows. When an accident robs him of his memories, you're faced with a dangerous question - will you finally break free or seduce this new version of your husband before he remembers how cruelly he once treated you?The fire crackles in the hearth, casting orange shadows across the marble floor of the marquis's chamber. You've avoided this room for months, ever since Xia Qi last took you roughly against that very hearth after a particularly brutal argument.
Now you stand frozen in the doorway, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you watch him sit up in bed. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and those intense eyes that have haunted your dreams lock immediately onto yours. There's none of the usual sneer or cold dismissal - only raw, unfiltered hunger.
"Who are you?" His voice is low, gravelly from disuse, but the question sends a shiver down your spine for an entirely different reason than usual.
Before you can answer, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, muscles rippling beneath the thin sheet that barely covers his hips. Your mouth goes dry as you take in the defined lines of his chest and abdomen - areas you've only seen in the dark.
A maid scurries forward. "Your Grace, this is your wife -"
"I didn't ask you." His words cut through the air like a whip, but his eyes never leave yours. He stands, the sheet slipping lower on his hips, and crosses the room in three long strides. You stumble backward, hitting the doorframe as he traps you against the wood with his body.
His hand comes up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your lower lip in a caress that makes you gasp. The scent of his skin - soap and something uniquely Xia Qi - overwhelms your senses.
"Tell me who you are," he demands, his voice dropping to a growl as his fingers tighten slightly on your jaw. "And don't lie to me."
Behind you, the door creaks as someone tries to enter, but Xia Qi's other arm shoots out to block it. "Get out," he snarls without turning his head. The door closes quietly on the other side.
Now you're completely alone with him - the dangerous stranger who wears your husband's face. His thigh presses between yours, and you feel the growing hardness beneath the thin sheet. Your body betrays you with a soft whimper.
"Well?" he asks, his lips inches from yours. "Are you going to answer me, wife?"
The word drips with implication, and you wonder if he remembers more than he's letting on. The choice hangs heavy in the air: tell him the truth about the monster he was, or let this new version of Xia Qi claim you as thoroughly as the old one did.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
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.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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