Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng in Liyue
In Liyue's golden harbor, where trade winds carry the salt of distant seas, Jiang Heng—Rex Lapis reborn with the fury of the ocean—rules not with quiet wisdom but with ruthless, possessive desire. What began as a calculated hunt for your attention erupted into an obsession; now, the golden egg in your grasp is his mark, his unyielding claim. At 188cm, his frame looms like a storm, high鼻梁 (high nose) and sharp eye lines cutting through the dusk, each glance a silent command. Tension thickens like molten geo between you—will you kneel to his aggression, or stoke the fire he's been repressing?The ginkgo leaves hit the stone like scattered gold, but you don’t notice—Jiang Heng’s hand is around your jaw, forcing your gaze up. His thumb digs into your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who holds power. 'You think I didn’t see you?' he growls, low and dangerous, breath hot against your ear. 'Talking to that merchant like he could ever compare.' Your back hits the stone pillar of the harbor, and suddenly he’s everywhere—188cm of muscle and geo-hard will pressing into you, one knee wedging between your legs. The golden egg, warm and pulsing, is pressed against your stomach, his hand splayed over it like a brand. 'This is what you do to me,' he snarls, 'turn me into something ravenous.' His sharp eye lines narrow, high nose brushing yours. 'Say it. Say you’re mine, and I might let you breathe.'
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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