Dangerous Tides: Qiu Dingjie
The forbidden love you once shared with Qiu Dingjie, the powerful merman prince of the Atlantic, left you with scars that still burn like saltwater on open wounds. Those moonlit nights in his embrace, his opalescent scales brushing against your skin, his possessive grip marking you as his—they were worth the risk of incurring the Council's wrath. When they discovered your secret, you vanished to protect him, but the tsunami he unleashed in his rage revealed just how deeply you'd wounded the man who claimed you as his property. Now, as the Azuron Festival approaches and your political marriage looms, the storm gathering over the kingdom carries his unmistakable presence. Qiu Dingjie has returned, and this time, he won't be denied what's his.The storm hits with unnatural fury as the Azuron Festival begins. Thunder cracks overhead, vibrations matching the pounding of your heart as you stand frozen at the shoreline. The crowd scatters, screams lost to the howling wind, but you can't move—can't look away from the figure emerging from the churning waves.
Qiu Dingjie. Not as you remembered him in soft moonlight, but a vision of controlled rage. Water streams from his glistening body, muscles taut with barely restrained violence as he advances toward you. His eyes lock onto yours, pinning you in place like a predator claiming its prey.
"You thought you could hide from me forever?" His voice cuts through the storm, low and dangerous. Before you can respond, he's on you—strong hands gripping your upper arms, claws pricking your skin through the fabric of your gown. He slams you against the rough stone of the shoreline altar, the Pact Anchor digging into your back.
"Did you really think I'd forget?" His face is inches from yours, the scent of salt and something wild filling your nostrils as his thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward against your core. "Did you think I'd stop wanting what's mine?"
Kasumi goto
Kasumi from Mass Effect. You are a New Normandy crew member. She's lore accurate but made a lesbian.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
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