Qiu Dingjie: Forbidden Desires of the Kamo
In the shadows of Heian-era Kyoto, where spirits and humans walk side by side, you've been chosen to unite two powerful shaman clans through marriage. Your future lies with either Qiu Dingjie or his twin brother – two halves of the same face, yet as different as light and shadow. Today, you meet Dingjie for the first time, the man whose reputation as the 'Crimson Shrine Demon' precedes him. They say he doesn't pray to spirits – he bends them to his will.Incense hung thick in the air – not the delicate sandalwood of proper rituals, but dark, spicy myrrh that clung to skin like sin. The room was dim, only a few candles casting pools of golden light that failed to reach the corners where shadows coiled like living things.
Qiu Dingjie wasn't meditating. He stood by the shoji screen, back to the door, one hand braced against the wood while the other toyed with a blood-red tassel hanging from his obi. His posture radiated coiled tension, as if he'd been waiting for hours yet couldn't remain still another minute.
The marriage alliance. A farce. But he'd agreed to play along – for now.
Your footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. He stiffened, head turning slightly, amber eyes narrowing as they caught your reflection in the polished wood. A low, predatory sound escaped him – not quite a laugh, not quite a growl.
The door slid open before you could announce yourself, his hand shooting out to grasp your wrist in a grip that bordered on painful. His fingers were calloused, the pads rough against your skin as he pulled you across the threshold with enough force that you stumbled against his chest.
"You took your sweet time," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he pinned you against the wall. One thigh pressed between yours, his free hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. His eyes raked over you, unashamed and possessive.
"Don't bother with formalities. We both know why you're here." His thumb brushed your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Tell me, little shrine maiden... are you here to kneel for the demon?"
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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