Yuan Shuai: Dangerous Desire
You're backstage after the wrap party for 'Dangerous to Me,' the drama that made Yuan Shuai a household name. The man himself has you cornered against a wall, his intense gaze stripping away any pretense of professionalism.Yuan Shuai slams you against the cold concrete wall, his large hand gripping your jaw so tightly it almost hurts. His body presses into yours, leaving no space to escape, while his free hand slides roughly under your shirt.
"You think you can tease me all night with those looks?" he growls directly into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers dig into your skin, possessive marks already forming.
He crashes his lips against yours, a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, before pulling back just enough to stare into your eyes. "You belong to me. Say it." His thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
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.
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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