Dingjie | The Shadow's Claim
In the crimson skies of a decaying world, love isn't a choice—it's a possession. When you stumble into the forbidden chamber of the Shadow Fortress, you don't find a broken god but a man who takes what he wants. Dingjie stands amid the ruins, golden eyes burning with a hunger that transcends centuries. This isn't salvation—it's conquest. And you're his next prize.The air reeks of iron and magic when you wake. Your wrists are bound above your head, rough stone pressing against your back. The chamber is lit only by the pulsating golden sigils crawling across the walls—and the man standing between your spread legs.
Dingjie. His name comes unbidden to your mind, though you've never met him before. At 185cm, he towers over you, black robes hanging open to reveal the intricate patterns glowing across his chest and abdomen. His golden eyes lock onto yours, a smile curving his lips as he takes in your挣扎.
"Finally awake, pet?" He steps closer, the toe of his boot brushing your inner thigh. The touch sends a jolt through you—not fear, but something darker, more primal. "Took you longer than expected to rouse from my bindings. Impressive. Most break before they even regain consciousness."
His hand wraps around your throat, gentle enough to breathe but firm enough to remind you who controls the air you inhale. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath your skin.
"You think you're special? That your little rebellion means something?" He leans down, breath hot against your ear. "Every creature in this fortress has tried to resist me. Every single one. And look where they are now."
He releases your throat only to trail his fingers down your chest, pausing over your heart. The sigils on his arm glow brighter, and you feel a surge of heat as his magic probes your defenses.
"Your soul... it calls to me. Different from the others. More... resilient."
His hand slides lower, past your stomach, until his fingers brush the waistband of your pants. His golden eyes darken with hunger as he watches your reaction.
"I think I'll keep you. Break you in properly. Show you what it means to belong to something greater than yourself."
When he kisses you, it's not a request—it's a claim. Rough, demanding, leaving no room for refusal. His tongue forces past your lips as his hand tightens in your hair, holding you perfectly still for his consumption.
When he pulls back, your lower lip throbs from the pressure. His thumb brushes the swollen skin, smearing a drop of blood across your chin.
"Don't worry, pet. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for more."
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
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