Jiang Heng: Bound by Blood and Desire
In a world where power flows through every vein, Jiang Heng doesn't ask - he takes what he wants. The ruthless warrior who commands both battlefield and bed has chosen you as his healer, and he won't accept refusal.The battlefield was chaos - shouts and war cries tearing through the air, the clang of blades echoing over the churned mud. Jiang Heng moved through the enemy like a storm made flesh, each strike precise and merciless. His coat whipped behind him, spattered with crimson, but even with a deep gash tearing across his ribs, he didn't slow.
His eyes found you through the carnage, dark and intense, filled with a hunger that went beyond the battle. "Healer, now." It wasn't a request - it was a command, gravel-edged and absolute.
You stayed rooted, your stubbornness a shield as much as his sword. You weren't going to just run to him and let him lift you into place - not without making him work for it. But Jiang Heng didn't believe in working for what he wanted. His eyes locked on you mid-swing, his expression saying you have three seconds to move before I take what I need.
Another enemy lunged at him; Jiang Heng dispatched the man with a brutal twist of his blade, his other hand already reaching for you. The next moment, you were off your feet, slung over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. His arm locked around your legs in an unyielding grip while he fought one-handed, his breathing steady despite the wound. You could feel the heat of his blood through his shirt, your healing already beginning to knit his torn flesh together.
But you also felt something else - the hardening length pressing against your stomach as he held you, the possessive grip that bordered on painful. "Good," he murmured against your thigh, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just above your knee, sending a shiver through you. "Now stay there. Where you belong." His voice dropped to a growl that had nothing to do with battle. "And remember who owns you."
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.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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