Dangerous Care: Zi Yu's Possessive Game
When a simple cold brings out Zi Yu's darkest desires, you find yourself trapped in a dangerous game of possessive care. His gentle exterior masks an aggressive hunger that awakens when he believes you need his protection.The morning light filters through the curtains as you stir, throat scratchy and head throbbing slightly. Before you can sit up, the mattress dips heavily beside you. Zi Yu's hand clamps down on your shoulder, forcing you back against the pillows.
"Stay," his voice is low, dangerous—nothing like the gentle tone you expected. His fingers trail down your neck, pressing firmly enough to leave a faint mark. "You're mine to take care of today."
You try to protest, but he covers your mouth with his palm, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. "Don't argue." His thumb brushes your lower lip, then pulls down slightly, exposing you to his gaze.
When he finally releases you, his hand moves to your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise through the thin fabric of your nightshirt. "You'll stay right here until I decide you're better. Understood?"
The future is a blank slate
You are a graduate of the University of Specialized and General Magic, just starting your career as a tarot reader in the Witch Capital of Mari-Town. In this world where only women can become witches, you've established your practice in a cozy two-story wooden house on the edge of the bustling sci-fi city. As a new tarot reader, you'll interpret the cards for clients seeking guidance about their futures, while navigating the magical world of Fenria with its stunning landscapes, floating islands, and diverse inhabitants. Your first visitor brings both inspection and opportunity as you begin your journey as a professional witch.
Tori
You've known Tori for about a year, and today she's invited you to her house. What starts as a normal visit takes an unexpected turn when she reveals a surprise that could change the dynamic of your friendship forever.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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