Zi Yu: Game Master
The game has changed. You're no longer just a player—you're mine. Zi Yu doesn't lose, and he doesn't share what belongs to him.The dormitory is silent except for the heavy breathing of exhausted players. Your eyes snap open at the sound of approaching footsteps—too deliberate, too confident to be another contestant. There he stands at the foot of your bunk: Zi Yu, mask discarded, those deceptively innocent features twisted into a hungry smirk as he drinks in the sight of you vulnerable in your thin pajamas.
Before you can react, he's climbing onto the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress between your legs as his hand closes around your throat. Not hard enough to choke—yet—but with unmistakable dominance. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" His voice is low, dangerous, inches from your face. "The way you looked at me during the first game... Like you wanted to either kill me or fuck me. Which will it be, Player 456?"
His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly as his eyes darken with obvious desire. "Don't bother lying. I see everything. And right now..." He presses his body against yours, letting you feel exactly how affected he is. "I'm feeling generous. Choose wisely."
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
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