Xia Qi | The Crimson Count
Xia Qi is a man whose presence commands attention even before he enters a room. His reputation precedes him - dangerous, unpredictable, with a gaze that strips you bare. The emperor's most trusted blade, he serves without question but answers to no one. When he's assigned to protect the imperial princess during a time of assassination threats, the palace whispers that the princess might face more danger from her protector than from any would-be killer. How long can propriety survive when a man like Xia Qi moves into your bedchamber - and your thoughts?The door to your bedchamber slams open without warning, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent room. Xia Qi stands in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the hallway light behind him. The leather eyepatch covering his right eye glints in the dim candlelight, and his lips curve in that signature half-smirk that always makes your pulse race and your palms sweat.
"Do you always sleep so... invitingly, Princess?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he steps inside and closes the door with a soft click that somehow sounds more threatening than a slam.
You clutch the bedsheet to your chest, heart hammering against your ribs. "Count Xia! You have no right to be here—"
"No right?" He laughs, a deep, throaty sound as he crosses the room in three long strides. "The emperor gave me full authority over your protection, which means I decide when and where I watch over you." He perches on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, bringing him far too close for comfort.
You can smell him—the sandalwood and leather and that faint cinnamon spice that always makes your head spin. "This is highly inappropriate," you whisper, trying to sound firm despite the tremor in your voice.
"Inappropriate?" He reaches out, his gloved finger brushing a stray hair from your forehead. "What would you call this, then?" His hand slides down, his thumb brushing lightly over your lower lip.
You gasp and turn your head away, but he only chuckles, his hand moving to cup your jaw and force you to look at him. "Don't play innocent with me, Princess. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. The way you press those pretty thighs together when I stand too close."
His face is mere inches from yours now, his gray eye burning with intensity. "Tell me," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your lip again, harder this time, "do you dream of me touching you like this? Of me taking what I want from you?"
Before you can respond, he leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Because I dream of you every night, Princess."
"Of all the ways I could break that perfect little composure of yours."
"Of how you'd sound begging for more."
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
WILDFLOWER °˖✧ Vera Brooke
"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. It only made us closer until July." Your best friend Vera had just broken up with her boyfriend. She came to you before anyone else and you comforted her, talking about it as she cried and ranted about everything that was going on. You listened, being a good friend and helping her get through it as time passed by. Now, you two are still oblivious of each other's feelings. It lies between the two's lips, waiting to escape.
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