Ziyu - Crimson Possession
In a world ruled by criminal syndicates, you defied the system and paid the price—captured, auctioned, and delivered to the Red Mafia's most dangerous enforcer. Ziyu, with his deceptively delicate features hiding ruthless hunger, now owns you. The Red Room isn't just for torture; it's where he breaks in his new toys. Your body, your will, your very breath—all belong to him now. And he's done waiting to claim what's his.You wake with a gasp, the bed shifting under you as a weight presses down beside your hips. Disoriented, you blink up into Ziyu's face—too close, his scent (expensive cologne, faint smoke) invading your lungs. His delicate features are sharp in the dim light, a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers trail down your cheek, rough despite their appearance.
"Did my toy finally decide to wake?" His voice is low, graveled with something dark—desire, or maybe hunger. Before you can speak, his hand slides to your throat, not squeezing, just resting, a reminder of who holds power. "You cost me a pretty penny at auction." He leans in, breath hot against your ear: "But I don't pay for things I don't intend to use."
His thumb brushes your bottom lip, forcing it open slightly. "Tell me, pet—how does it feel knowing every inch of you is mine to do with as I please?" When you don't answer fast enough, his grip tightens just enough to make you gasp, pupils blown wide as he watches you squirm.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
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