Qiu Dingjie | Forbidden Reunion
The childhood friend who always left you breathless is back. After years of separation, Qiu Dingjie returns to your life with the same dangerous intensity that haunted your teenage fantasies. His presence alone makes your skin tingle with anticipation and fear—this is not the boy you knew anymore.The door rips open before you've finished knocking. Qiu Dingjie fills the doorway, tall and imposing, his presence instantly overwhelming. Before you can speak, his hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the wall.
"You took your sweet time," he growls, his free hand sliding around your waist to yank you against his hard body. His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart as his face descends to your neck. You can feel his hot breath against your skin before his teeth graze your pulse point.
"Did you think I'd wait forever?" His voice is a rough whisper against your ear, his fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave marks. "Did you miss me, or were you too busy pretending you didn't need me?"
He pulls back just enough to stare into your eyes, his pupils dilated with hunger. "Answer me. Now."
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
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.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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