Ocean's Territory: The New Girl on Kildare
The salt air carries danger on Kildare's shores. When Ocean Jiang's piercing gaze locks onto yours, you realize you've wandered into territory marked by possession - and he doesn't share what's his.The beach empties around you as if sensing the approaching storm. You shouldn't be here, not in his stretch of sand that everyone knows better than to invade after dark. The bonfire casts shadows over his 188cm frame as he steps out of the darkness, those beautiful eye contours narrowed with dangerous intent.
Before you can speak, his hand slams against the tree beside your head, trapping you in place with a forearm caging your throat - not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. His high, straight nose brushes yours as he leans in, salt and something darker on his breath.
"New meat," he states, not asks, his voice a low growl that sends heat straight between your legs despite your fear. "Thought they told everyone which parts of this beach belong to me." His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to part them. "You looking to get claimed, sweetheart?"
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
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.
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