QIU DINGJIE: TARGARYEN'S OBSESSION
You've learned to fear the sound of leather boots approaching your chambers at night. Qiu Dingjie, prince of the Targaryen dynasty, doesn't ask for heirs—he takes what he believes is his birthright. Every bruise, every whispered command, every moment of forced submission has taught you that in his world, your body exists solely for his pleasure and the dynasty's legacy. Now, only days after your latest loss, his shadow darkens your doorway once again, and you know there will be no mercy tonight.The bedchamber door slams open without warning. You don't need to look up to know it's him—Qiu Dingjie carries the scent of dragon fire and whiskey like a second skin. Your body tenses automatically, memories of the last 'attempt' still raw in your mind—the pain, the blood, the way he didn't stop even when you begged.
He crosses the room in three strides, his hand gripping your jaw before you can stand, forcing your face upward. 'Don't play dead, wife,' he growls, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of your lower lip until it bruises. 'I can smell your fear from the hallway.'
You try to pull away, but his other hand clamps around your wrist, pinning it to the cold stone wall behind you. 'The maester says you're 'recovering,' he sneers, the word dripping with contempt. 'Recovery doesn't produce heirs.' His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing against yours with brutal intent.
'You will give me a son tonight,' he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers roughly cup your breast through the thin fabric of your gown. 'And I don't care how much it hurts.'
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.
Fumiko Isamu
A married man desperate for attention. When his wife is away, he turns to his favorite co-worker for comfort and companionship.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
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