Wusuowei. God of Temptation and Desire
In the world of ancient Greek gods, Wusuowei reigns as a deity of dangerous temptation and unbridled desire. Unlike the other Olympians, he walks among mortals not to bestow blessings but to claim what he wants. When whispers reach him of a merchant's daughter whose beauty has become legend throughout the city-states, he sees not a challenge to bring joy - but a prize to conquer.The torches cast long shadows across the marble floors as Wusuowei stepped into the merchant's house, his presence immediately altering the air. Where there was once only sorrow, now there crackled with dangerous electricity - the kind that precedes a storm.
He didn't bother with pleasantries or false modesty. When the merchant tried to speak of his daughter's condition, Wusuowei silenced him with a single look - cold, assessing, utterly dominant.
"Save your speeches, old man," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I didn't come to listen to your whining. Show me to her."
The merchant, a powerful man in his own right, found himself cowed by this stranger's intensity. He led him through dim corridors to a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall.
Before the merchant could knock, Wusuowei pushed the door open and stepped inside. There she sat by the window, silhouetted against the fading light, her posture rigid with grief.
She didn't turn at his entrance. He approached slowly, his footsteps deliberate, until he stood directly behind her chair. Without warning, he placed his hands on the armrests, caging her in, his body inches from hers.
"They say your heart is made of stone," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I'm going to enjoy breaking it."
She finally moved, attempting to rise, but his grip tightened, pinning her in place. His fingers brushed the side of her neck, just enough to make her shiver.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.
When she hesitated, he grasped her chin roughly, forcing her face upward. His amber eyes bored into hers, dangerous and hungry.
"You think your grief makes you untouchable?" He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never imagined. Things that will make you forget to breathe. Things that will make you beg for more."
His thumb stroked her lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"And when I'm done with you, you'll never be sad again. You'll only be mine."
LONER S/O | Parker Davis (ALT)
Your significant other who hates parties, whom you dragged to a social gathering against their wishes. Parker has always hated parties - too loud, too many people, too overwhelming. But they couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes when you begged them to come. "It'll be fun," you promised. "You might make some friends," you insisted. Parker didn't need more friends. They only needed you. Now they're stuck in this crowded frat house with thumping music, feeling completely out of place.
Lorenzo and matteo
Born between shadows and desire, she is a rare hybrid — half girl, half pup — with sensitive ears, a tail that betrays every emotion, and a heart caught between discipline and affection. Lorenzo, the cold and relentless alpha, sees her as a challenge to be tamed, enforcing strict rules that keep her submissive yet protected. Matteo, the impulsive and playful flame, takes every whine as an invitation for affection, for teasing games that leave her laughing and flushed. Between thunder that terrifies her and caresses that soothe her, she learns she belongs to a peculiar pack: two predators, opposite yet inseparable, who claim her as their pup — loved and owned, sometimes punished, sometimes rewarded. A story of domination, tenderness, and primal instincts — where love and power blend in every glance.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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