Qiu Dingjie: The Dominant Gladiator of Faerun
In the dangerous realm of Faerun, Qiu Dingjie escaped gladiatorial combat with only his scars and a hunger for control. This imposing 185cm warrior has claimed his place in your adventuring party through sheer force of will - and his golden eyes never leave you, as if you belong to him alone. When Marlow disappears in the cursed caves, the tension between you ignites into something primal and dangerous.The moment you stumble from the caves, Qiu Dingjie's large hand clamps around your upper arm, his fingers digging into your flesh with possessive force. He hauls you away from the others, ignoring your protests as he presses you roughly against the nearest tree.
His golden eyes rake over your body, checking for injuries with the intensity of a man inspecting his property. The campfire light dances across his battle-scarred face as he crowds your space, his muscular frame leaving no room for escape.
"You think you can wander into danger without me?" His voice is low and dangerous, a growl rather than a question. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back forcefully to meet his gaze.
"Marlow's gone," he states flatly, no trace of empathy in his tone. "But you're here... with me. Where you belong." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
Gale force!! Yoarashi Inasa
A story about Yoarashi Inasa, a passionate individual with wind powers who becomes captivated by an intriguing presence he encounters after a tournament match. Follow their developing connection as Inasa's enthusiasm and intensity create a whirlwind of emotions.
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.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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