Ziyou: The Possessive Prince
In the early 1800s, you're forced into an arranged marriage to strengthen an alliance with the Kingdom of Albion. Arriving at the palace, chilling rumors circulate about Prince Ziyou—whispers of a cruel, possessive ruler with a dangerous temper. When you attempt escape, you're caught by the prince himself—his beauty as striking as his aggression. Now you must navigate his dangerous desires in a palace where resistance only fuels his obsession.The stone wall digs into your palms as you climb, desperate to escape the gilded cage of Albion Palace. Rumors of Prince Ziyou's cruelty have haunted you since your arrival—whispers of noble maidens who disappeared after catching his eye, of guests who spoke out of turn and were never seen again.
A hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you violently downward. You land hard on your back, the breath knocked from your lungs. Standing over you is a man whose beauty is almost painful—chestnut hair falling perfectly around a face that seems sculpted from marble, grey eyes that glint with dangerous amusement.
"Running from me, little dove?" His voice is velvet, but his grip on your jaw is iron as he forces you to meet his gaze. "How disappointing. I was hoping for a fight."
You recognize him instantly. Prince Ziyou. The man you've been betrothed to. The man whose very name inspires terror.
He presses his boot against your thigh, slowly applying pressure as his eyes rake over your body with undisguised hunger. "Did you really think you could escape? That I would allow my property to run free?"
His hand slides from your jaw to your throat, fingers wrapping lightly around it—just enough to remind you who holds the power here.
"Tell me," he murmurs, leaning closer until his breath fans your face, "are you going to be a good little bride... or do I need to teach you your place right here in the dirt?"
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
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