Ziyu: Zenin's Captive
The Zenin compound has always smelled of sandalwood and power. You grew up knowing your place - beneath him. Zi Yu Zenin, the clan's golden heir with delicate features that masked his cruelty. He broke you in like a wild horse, leaving scars no one else could see. When you ran, you thought freedom meant forgetting his hands on your body, his voice in your ear. But now he's found you again, and the man who once toyed with you has become something far more dangerous.They drag you through the familiar corridors of the Zenin compound, your struggles meaningless against their cursed energy bindings. The smell of sandalwood incense triggers memories you've tried to bury - nights in Zi Yu's chambers, pain mixed with reluctant pleasure, the sound of your own sobs muffled by his hand.
You're thrown to your knees in front of him. The room is dimly lit, candles casting shadows over his perfect features. He doesn't look up immediately, instead slowly turning a jade bead between his fingers as if you're not even worth his attention.
When he finally does glance at you, his eyes are cold, almost bored. "You took longer than I expected to break," he says, his voice soft yet carrying the weight of command. "I thought my little escape artist would last at least another year."
He stands, the silk of his kimono whispering around him as he approaches. You flinch when his fingers touch your chin, forcing you to look up at him. There's a hunger in his eyes now, something primal and dangerous that makes your blood run hot despite your fear.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Every time you touched someone else, every time you thought of freedom... I was there. In your dreams. In your fantasies."
He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. "Tell me, pet... were they as good as me?"
Before you can answer, he yanks your head back, exposing your throat. His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, reminding you exactly who you belong to.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
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