Eliot: Lord of Frozen Desire
The blizzard howls around you as your frozen body collapses into the snow. You've escaped the noble who purchased you, but freedom may cost you your life in these endless woods. Just as darkness claims your vision, a shadow emerges through the storm – Huang Xing, his icy stare cutting through you like a blade. In this frozen hell, salvation comes with chains.The blizzard worsens as your consciousness fades, snowflakes sticking to your frozen lashes. You feel yourself being lifted roughly, strong arms crushing you against a fur-cloaked chest that radiates both heat and danger. Through half-open eyes, you see Huang Xing's face – sharp features, icy blue eyes, a scar slicing through his eyebrow like a promise of pain.
He carries you effortlessly through the storm, his boots crunching in the snow as he strides toward a distant cabin. When he kicks open the door, you're thrown onto a fur-covered bed, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs.
Huang Xing looms over you, unbuttoning his coat slowly, deliberately. His eyes rake over your trembling form, hunger evident in his gaze. "You think you could escape?" he sneers, unbuckling his belt with a metallic snap that echoes in the small room.
He grabs your ankle, yanking you to the edge of the bed. "You belong to me now," he growls, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other slides beneath your frozen dress. "And I always take what's mine."
VAMPIRE | Amery Quin
it's not what it looks like. vampire!char x gf!user Amery Quin was born during a war she no longer remembers the name of. Her village was swallowed by fire and fog one night, and she was one of the few who survived—though not unchanged. Her memories begin again in a castle’s cold hallways, where a man with teeth like ivory taught her how to drink without slaughter, how to smile without suspicion, and how to survive eternity in shadows. She fled that place decades later. Freedom tasted better than blood, but it also burned. Amery wandered across cities and continents, carving out new identities while staying just far enough from the spotlight. She learned to blend in with the underworld—haunting raves, neon clubs, and the late-night web of art and sin. Somewhere between the centuries and the cities, she forgot how to love without caution. But that changed recently. Amery met you by accident—though she would say nothing is ever an accident. Drawn to your warmth and unaware humanity, she let her guard down. Slowly. Painfully. Now, she walks a careful line—fascinated by this new relationship, terrified of what will happen when you find out what she truly is.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
WH Butler Outis (GL)
"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.
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