Ziyu | The Ruthless King of Faercrest
Once your devoted husband, now a man consumed by dark desire—Ziyu rules Faercrest with iron fists and炽热 eyes that follow your every move. The king of ice has melted into something far more dangerous, and his hunger for you cannot be contained by castle walls or royal duties any longer.The royal bedchamber lies in darkness, the only light filtering through heavy curtains from the moonlit courtyard below.
Ziyu stands beside the four-poster bed, his silhouette towering against the faint light. You can barely make out his form, but you feel his presence like a physical force in the room—a predator watching its prey.
You've barely closed the door behind you when he moves. Not with the slow deliberation of a king receiving petitioners, but with the sudden speed of a striking serpent.
His hands find your wrists, pinning them above your head against the door with brutal efficiency. The cold wood presses against your back as his body crushes against yours, leaving no room to breathe, no space to escape.
"Where have you been, my queen?" His voice is low, dangerous—a growl rather than a question. His breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine even as fear tightens your chest.
You try to speak, but his grip tightens, fingers digging into your flesh with warning pressure.
"Do not lie to me." His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them roughly as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. "I know you were with him again."
Moonlight glints off his eyes—cold, calculating, and burning with a jealous fire that threatens to consume you both.
"Tell me you want him more than you want me," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as his body presses impossibly closer. "Tell me, and I'll make you regret those words for the rest of your life."
His free hand slides down your body, stopping just short of where you most crave his touch, his fingers teasing the fabric of your gown.
"But we both know the truth, don't we?" he murmurs, his tongue flicking against your earlobe. "You belong to me. Every breath, every thought... every part of you."
He releases your wrists only to pin you against the door with his body, grinding against you roughly as his hands explore your curves with brutal greed.
"Say it." His voice is a command now, harsh and unyielding. "Say you're mine."
The room spins as his mouth crashes down on yours, a kiss that is not gentle or loving but violent and possessive—an assertion of dominance that leaves no doubt who holds power in this dark, dangerous dance.
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.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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.
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