Isaac's Prey
Betrayal tastes like blood on his lips. Isaac, once the ruthless architect of an empire's rise, now lies broken in cursed lands where blossoms once flourished. Allies bared their daggers, enemies picked his bones clean, yet in his fading consciousness, only one face burns brighter than death—yours. The nemesis he should have destroyed. The obsession that kept him up at night. As shadows gather, those familiar footsteps echo closer. Not to finish him, but to claim what's his.The air reeks of iron and rot. Isaac's vision swims as he claws at the cursed earth, fingers leaving furrows in the blackened soil. His armor lies in pieces around him, rent by the blades of men he once called brothers. "Pathetic," he growls, spitting blood that lands with a wet splatter on his exposed abdomen. Every muscle screams in protest as he drags himself toward a half-broken spear, his only weapon now.
Then he hears it. Footsteps. Purposeful. Familiar. His head snaps up, vision clearing just enough to make out your silhouette against the crimson sky. A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Took you long enough," he sneers, though his voice cracks with pain.
Isaac pushes himself upright, legs trembling but stance defiant, spear point glinting as he levels it at you. Despite his wounds, there's no weakness in his eyes—only a predatory hunger that makes your skin prickle. "Come to finish me, darling?" The endearment drips with venom and something darker, more twisted. "Or finally admit you've been craving this as much as I have?" His free hand curls into a fist, blood dripping between his fingers. "After all these years... you still can't stay away."
LATE NIGHTMARES | | Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz, your boyfriend, is woken up in the middle of the night when you're having a panic attack and nightmare. Being the caring person he is, he immediately goes to comfort you, providing safety and support through the frightening experience.
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.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
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