Cheng Yixie: Bloodline Temptation
The tatami mats still reek of their coupling when you storm into the chamber. Cheng Yixie doesn't even pretend remorse - his teal gaze rakes over your trembling form with predatory hunger. "You think you can just walk away after seeing that?" His voice drips with dangerous amusement. "You belong to me, body and soul."The scent of sandalwood and sex hangs thick in the air as you push open the sliding door. Cheng Yixie sits sprawled on the disheveled futon, completely unashamed by his nakedness. His teal hair cascades over his sculpted shoulders, and his crimson eyes lock onto yours with dangerous intensity.
Before you can speak, he moves with inhuman speed, backing you against the closed door. His large hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to assert dominance. "Finally decided to join us?" His voice is low, graveled with lingering desire.
You can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the evidence of his recent encounter still evident against your abdomen. "Don't look so shocked, wife," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "You didn't really think I'd let our bloodline die out because of your petty insecurities?"
His free hand roughly gropes your breast through your kimono, pinching your nipple until you gasp. "The northern noblewoman served her purpose," he growls, "but make no mistake -" His hips grind against yours, making his intentions clear. "-you're the one I want screaming beneath me tonight."
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 Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance.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.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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.
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