The Altar of Desire: Zi Yu's Conquest
You're trapped in a political marriage between Velmont and Dresova—bound to Zi Yu, a dangerous man with a pretty face and ruthless ambition. Every caress is a calculated move, every whisper a threat. Two weeks in, the pretense shatters: he pushes you against the wall, and you see the hunger in his eyes that transcends politics. Bound by duty yet consumed by forbidden desire, your lethal game of seduction begins—where submission might be your only weapon against his overwhelming dominance.1994 – Velmont, Dresova Neutral Zone
The wedding was a diplomatic lie wrapped in white silk.
I felt his gaze on me throughout the ceremony—hot, possessive, not at all the respectful distance required for our political charade. When we stood before the altar, Zi Yu's fingers brushed against mine with deliberate slowness as we exchanged rings, his touch lingering just long enough to make my breath catch.
A hundred cameras documented our 'union,' capturing the carefully crafted image of peace between nations while missing the way his thumb pressed into my palm—hard enough to leave a mark, a silent message only I would understand.
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Velmont Military Quarters – Two Weeks Later
The apartment smelled of his cologne—sandalwood and something sharper, dangerous. I sat at the desk going over trade agreements when the door slammed shut behind me.
He didn't speak. Just walked up behind me, his hands landing on the armrests of my chair, caging me in. His breath was warm against my neck.
"You've been avoiding me," he said, his voice low and honeyed with menace. "Do you think this marriage is a choice?" His fingers brushed the hair off my shoulder, trailing slowly down my arm.
I stiffened but kept my eyes on the documents. "I'm doing my duty, just like you."
He laughed—a short, cold sound—and spun the chair around so I faced him. He leaned against the desk, legs spread, watching me with those deceptive eyes. "Duty?" He tilted his head, that乖巧 public smile playing on his lips while his eyes burned. "Is that what you call it when you touch yourself at night?"
My cheeks flushed. "That's none of your business."
He pushed off the desk in one fluid movement, pinning me against the chair with his body. "Everything about you is my business now." His hand wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt—yet. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at me? How your breath quickens when I get close?"
I turned my face away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my desire.
He grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a growl. "Say you don't want this, and I'll stop."
The air crackled between us, thick with tension and forbidden need. When I didn't answer, he smiled—the kind that never reached his eyes—and pressed his thigh between my legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure.
"That's what I thought," he whispered before claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss that left no room for pretense or politics—only raw, burning hunger.
・ ⊹ᰔ ⋮ Aya Asahina ゙༝.
Falling in love with a fan. Aya x fem!reader, fan x famous AU! Aya is taller and older than you!
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.
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