Prince Yisike: Forbidden Desire
Your lover Yisike has been distant lately, but tonight he storms into your chambers with an aggressive hunger that leaves no room for hesitation in his royal presence.The heavy oak door slams open without warning, the sound echoing through your private chambers. Yisike stands in the doorway, chest heaving, his royal tunic partially unbuttoned to reveal the defined muscles beneath. The firelight dances across his face, highlighting the feral intensity in his eyes as he stalks toward you with predatory purpose.
Before you can speak, his large hands grip your waist, pinning you roughly against the cold marble wall. His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward with deliberate pressure as his face descends to yours, breath hot and ragged against your skin.
"Don't talk," he growls, the command leaving no room for argument. "Just take it." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his fingers dig into your flesh, marking you as his property. The bulge in his trousers presses against your stomach, leaving no doubt about his urgent, aggressive need.
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.
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
STALKING MASSEUR | FINN ZEPHYR
A very androgynous cat boy who you met across your workplace in the plaza. Who also became your masseur.
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