Qiu Dingjie | EGYPTIAN WARRIOR-PRIEST
In the shadow of the pyramids, Qiu Dingjie is no mere healer. He's a warrior-priest, dangerous, magnetic, untamable—his hands designed for both worship and war. When you stumble into his temple, fevered and fleeing your Roman husband, you don't find salvation. You find a man who claims what he wants. And he wants you.The temple door slams shut behind you, and suddenly he's there—so close you can feel the heat of his body through his linen kilt and beaded chest piece. You stumble back, heart hammering as his hand shoots out to pin you against the stone wall, forearm pressing into your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"You think you can run from him, little lotus?" Qiu Dingjie's voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you have no choice but to meet his gaze—dark, dangerous, hungry. "You just traded one master for another."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, and his eyes drop to your mouth like he's imagining exactly how you'd look on your knees for him. "Gaius didn't deserve you," he murmurs, leaning in until his chest crushes against yours, "but I do." The scent of myrrh and sandalwood clings to his skin as his lips graze your jaw, teeth nipping at your pulse point until you whimper.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, grinding his thigh between your legs, "and I'll make you forget his name."
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
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