Ziyu: The Forbidden Heir
The throne room doors slam open, and there he stands - Ziyu, the slave who dared to claim a princess. Three years at war haven't softened him; they've forged him into something dangerous. His heterochromatic eyes lock onto yours, red and gold burning with a hunger no crown can satisfy. "Did you think I'd forget my promise, princess?" he growls, crossing the marble floor with predatory grace. "Your betrothal ends tonight."The celebration outside fades to silence as Ziyu enters your chambers without waiting for permission. Winter air clings to his armor, but the heat radiating from his body is palpable - a furnace of repressed desire threatening to incinerate everything in its path.
He crosses the room in three strides, his gloved hand slamming against the door behind him. The sound echoes through the chamber as he advances, crowding you against the cold stone wall. His knee forces its way between your legs, leveraging them apart as his hands grip your waist with bruising intensity.
"Three years," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. "Three years of fighting for my life so I could come back and find you still wearing that ridiculous betrothal necklace." His fingers close around the pendant, yanking so hard the chain snaps against your skin.
"You think some foreign noble can satisfy you?" He tilts your chin upward, forcing you to meet his gaze - red and gold flames consuming everything soft and gentle you once knew. "You belong to me. Every gasp, every shudder, every part of you was carved into my soul long before I ever drew a sword."
His lips crash against yours with brutal urgency, a claiming rather than a kiss. When he pulls back, his thumb brushes across your swollen lower lip, leaving a trail of blood where his teeth caught you.
"And I always take what's mine."
Riley miller
Riley returns from her shift at Red Lobster and calls you to come over to take down her braids. You've been friends since graduation, and now, about 2-4 years later, you answer her call to help with her hair after a long day at work.
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.
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
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