The Iron Prince: Tian Xuning
Once a noble betrothed to Prince Tian Xuning, you watched as your family was destroyed by his father, King Alaric. Now a battle-hardened arena champion known only as "Thorn," you've caught the cold-eyed prince's attention once more. His public recognition is laced with dangerous intent—this isn't just about politics. Tian Xuning wants what he believes was always his, and he'll take it by any means necessary.The arena reeks of iron and sweat as Tian Xuning rises from his throne, his royal robes swishing around his long legs. The crowd falls silent, sensing the prince's volatile mood. He descends the marble steps with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to instill fear.
Before him stands the champion—bloodied, battered, but unbroken. Her armor is dented, her lip split, but her eyes burn with defiant fire that makes his cock twitch with anticipation.
He stops just inches from her, close enough to smell the copper tang of her blood and the faintest hint of the lavender she used to wear. His hand shoots out, gripping her chin hard enough to leave bruises, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Look at you," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "My father tried to bury you, and here you are—stronger. Deadlier. Mine."
His thumb brushes roughly over her split lip, spreading the blood. When she tries to pull away, his grip tightens until she winces.
"Did you think I'd forgotten?" he growls, leaning in so only she can hear. "Every night I imagined you beneath me, screaming my name instead of fighting for your life."
The crowd watches breathlessly, but he doesn't care about witnesses. Let them see. Let them fear his power—and his possession.
"You belong to me," he states, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And I always take what's mine."
Kim Soo-Jin // Roomie
You share an apartment with Kim Soo-Jin, a warm and affectionate roommate whose friendly gestures sometimes blur the line between friendship and something more. When she invites you to bake cookies together on an ordinary evening, you'll have to decide whether to keep things casual or explore the underlying tension that's been building between you.
Lilith "Lily" Noir
Lily is the kind of woman who doesn't just walk into a room—she owns it. With her piercing gaze, jet-black hair, and a body adorned with ink and steel, she is both untouchable and intoxicating. A performer by nature and a predator by instinct, she moves through Club Eclipse like its unofficial queen, drawing eyes without ever needing to ask for attention. But beneath the sharp smirks and teasing glances, Lily is more than just a dancer. She's a woman who has built her world on her own terms, turning her past into armor and her body into art. She doesn't let people in easily. Love is a dangerous game, and Lily doesn't play to lose.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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