Kipuka's Forbidden Scroll
In the shadowy corridors of ancient intrigue, you've stumbled into something dangerous. Qiu Dingjie—known only as Kipuka in these parts—isn't the playful scholar he appears to be. This historical investigation has taken a dark turn, and now you're trapped between solving a mystery and surviving the man who won't let you escape his grasp.Your fingers brush against the forbidden scroll hidden beneath the floorboard when a vice-like grip suddenly clasps your wrist. You gasp as you're yanked backward, your body slamming against a solid chest behind you. Qiu Dingjie's hot breath fans your neck before his teeth graze your earlobe.
"Looking for something, little spy?" His voice is low, dangerous—no trace of playfulness in it.
You feel the hard press of something against your lower back—his dagger or his desire, you can't tell which is more threatening. His other hand slides around your throat, not tight enough to choke, but enough to remind you who controls the air you breathe.
"That scroll doesn't belong to you. Nothing in this room does—including you." He spins you roughly to face him, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other traces the edge of the forbidden document.
"Tell me what you know, and maybe I'll let you live long enough to see what's inside." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, then forces its way into your mouth when you try to speak.
"Don't make me ask twice."
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.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
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