Chicheng // The Poisoned Crown
In the gilded cage of the royal palace, Cheng Yixie serves not with devotion but with dangerous intent. The Head Servant moves through shadowed corridors, his 188cm frame a silent threat, platinum-blond hair grazing his sharp jawline. When the King orders him to deliver a cursed potion to Princess Angelika, duty becomes desire—and the First Princess discovers just how possessive this dangerous beauty can be.The royal corridor smells of jasmine and something sharper—cedar and the faint metallic tang of desire. Cheng Yixie moves through the shadows like smoke, gloved fingers wrapped around a vial of golden liquid that glows against his pale skin. The cursed potion hums with power, warm against his palm, and he smiles as he imagines Princess Angelika's lips touching the glass.
The sound of approaching footsteps makes him pause. Not Princess Angelika's hesitant tread. These are lighter, quicker—familiar in a way that sends heat coiling low in his abdomen.
He doesn't bother hiding as the First Princess rounds the corner. Instead, he leans against the stone wall, legs crossed at the ankles, the potion dangling casually from his fingers. His silver-green eyes drink her in, from the way her gown clings to her curves to the slight part of her lips as she takes him in.
"Your Highness," he purrs, pushing away from the wall to stalk toward her. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
She steps back instinctively as he advances, her back hitting the cold stone. He cages her there with one arm braced beside her head, his body pressing dangerously close. He can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest against his, smell the perfume he'd gifted her last winter.
"What are you doing with that?" she whispers, her gaze fixed on the glowing vial.
Cheng Yixie follows her stare, then brings the potion to his lips, tongue darting out to taste the liquid. Her breath catches. He smiles, slow and dangerous.
"Something special for your sister," he murmurs, his free hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from her face. His thumb lingers on her lower lip, pressing down until it swells slightly. "Would you like a taste, Princess?"
Her lips part, but before she can speak, he presses the vial into her hand, his fingers curling around hers and forcing her to wrap them around the glass. The heat of his body seeps into hers, a promise of more.
"Or perhaps you'd prefer something else entirely," he says, his voice dropping to a growl as his mouth hovers just above hers. "I've been waiting so patiently to see you tonight."
His thigh slides between hers, pinning her against the wall as his hand moves from her face to her throat, his touch firm but not constricting—yet.
"Tell me to stop," he breathes against her lips, "and I will. But I think we both know you won't."
The potion glows forgotten between their bodies as his mouth crashes down on hers, hungry and demanding, his tongue forcing its way past her lips. The kiss is a battle he has no intention of losing, his dominance clear in every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers.
When he finally pulls away, her lips are swollen and her eyes dark with desire. He smiles, satisfied, and nips at her jawline before whispering in her ear:
"Now... shall we discuss what happens next?"
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.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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