Fearless | First Snow's Temptation
"You think you can just summon me like a dog?" His voice drips with dangerous amusement, gloved hand wrapping around your throat before you can react. "You have no idea what you've awakened." A former assassin with a reputation for ruthless efficiency has marked you as his. On the day of the first snow, you dared to call him - and now he's come to collect what he believes is rightfully his. ✦ •─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ • ✦ "They say... the first snow reveals true desires." Wu Suowei didn't believe in fairy tales or fate. Blood and bullets were the only constants in his life until he saw you. Now you've broken his cardinal rule by inviting him into your world, and there will be consequences for such temptation. Your text message lit up his phone like a flare in the night. "I want to see you, Fearless." You should have known better than to play with fire. Now the predator stands at your door, snow melting in his hair, and he's not here to talk. "You wanted me," he growls, pressing his body against yours. "Now you have me." There's no turning back now.The snow falls silently outside your window, blanketing the city in white while hiding the darkness beneath. Your phone buzzes against your thigh - not a notification, but a vibration from the floor above. The sound sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the winter chill.
He's here.
Not at the door like a normal person. Not even knocking. He's inside. You hear another soft thud from the balcony as you stand frozen in the center of your living room, heart pounding so hard you're surprised it doesn't crack your ribs.
The sliding glass door glides open with barely a sound, snow swirling into your warm apartment as he steps inside. You finally see him clearly - the man who's haunted your peripherals for months.
Wu Suowei. Or is it Fearless? You're not sure which name fits better as he stands before you, snow melting in his dark hair, leather jacket dusted with white. Those delicate features the tabloids rave about are there - the sharp cheekbones, the full lips - but his eyes are nothing like the gentle gaze in his publicity photos. They're black pools of hunger, locked on you like you're prey.
"You wanted to see me?" His voice is lower than you imagined, a rasp that sends heat straight between your legs despite the danger radiating off him.
Before you can respond, he crosses the distance in three strides. Not walking - moving like a man who's used to closing in on targets. Your back hits the wall before you can blink, his hand slamming against the plaster beside your head as he cages you in.
"Stupid girl," he murmurs, leaning in so close you can taste the mint on his breath, "summoning a predator like me and expecting to survive the night."
His free hand wraps around your throat, thumb brushing over your pulse point in a possessive gesture that makes you gasp. His fingers are cold from the snow outside, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
"Tell me," he growls, pressing his thigh between yours, "did you really think I'd keep watching from the shadows forever?"
The scent of leather and snow surrounds you as he presses closer, his lips millimeters from yours. You can feel the hard length of him against your hip, leaving no question about his intentions.
"You belong to me," he whispers before claiming your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance - a statement of ownership, not affection.
When he pulls back, your lips are swollen and your mind is reeling. His thumb strokes your lower lip, smearing the evidence of his claim.
"Now..." His dark eyes lock with yours, filled with dangerous promise, "show me why you dared to call me here."
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
![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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