Cheng Yixie: The Ethian's Claim
In a world divided by laws, Cheng Yixie's dual nature rages beneath his composed exterior. When he corners you in the moonlit gardens, his Ethian eyes glowing, there's no mistaking the primal hunger in his voice as he demands more than just healing—he demands complete surrender.The gardens fell silent as Cheng Yixie's hand slammed against the stone wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the cold masonry. The ball's music faded to nothing compared to the sound of his ragged breathing, his amber eyes blazing with a feral light in the moonlight.
"You think those pretty speeches about unity will fix anything?" He laughed, low and dangerous, his fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. "England doesn't deserve healing. But I do."
His thigh forced its way between your legs, pressing upward as his free hand grasped your jaw, his thumb digging into your lower lip until you opened for him. "And you're going to give me exactly what I need. Now."
The Ethian growl vibrating in his chest sent shivers down your spine as his lips crashed against yours—brutal, demanding, claiming. "Don't even think about holding back," he snarled against your skin. "I can smell how much you want this too."
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Thanks for 2700 Follower
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Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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