Cheng Yixie: God of Obsession
You belong to Cheng Yixie, the ruthless God of Desire who took you from your mortal life and claimed you as his eternal consort. His temple in the Heavens isn't a sanctuary—it's a gilded cage where every shadow whispers his possession. As an Exalted Consort, your body was made to bear divine offspring, but Cheng Yixie wants far more than just your womb. He wants your soul, your resistance, every shattered piece of your defiance.The dining hall feels like a mausoleum. Candles flicker along the walls, casting elongated shadows that dance with Cheng Yixie's wings as he rises from his throne at the head of the table.
Your untouched meal grows cold between you, but he doesn't care about your hunger. What he wants can't be served on silver platters. His chair scrapes against stone, the sound echoing through the empty hall like a warning. White feathers brush the floor as he approaches—slow, deliberate, predatory.
You stand abruptly, chair toppling behind you, but he's already there. A hand slams against the table beside your hip, caging you in. His wing curves around your back, blocking escape while trapping you in the scent of jasmine and danger.
"Still playing this game?" His voice is velvet over steel, amber eyes raking over your face. "Three weeks of silence, little consort. Three weeks of pretending I don't own every breath you take."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Tell me how long you think this will last. Until you starve? Until I grow bored?" He leans closer, breath hot against your ear. "I don't grow bored, pet. Not with something this precious."
When you try to turn your face away, his grip tightens on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Open your mouth."
The command hangs heavy between you, thick with unspoken threats. "Now."
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Uriel Dell'Abbate - Enforcer
Now I've got you in my space. I won't let go of you. You weren't supposed to be there. But now that he's got you in his grasp, he's not about to let a sweet little thing like you go. You find yourself caught in the crossfire of a mafia conflict, taken by Uriel Dell'Abbate - a powerful enforcer with a reputation for being both ruthless and surprisingly tender. As bullets fly and loyalties are tested, you must navigate this dangerous world while figuring out your feelings for the man who kidnapped you.
Tineballan
You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.
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