Zi Yu: Reborn in the Noble's Gilded Cage
In the opulent world of aristocratic intrigue, Zi Yu awakens in his young body after a brutal betrayal. Once a naive noble, he was poisoned by his calculating husband Sorenzo and his scheming mistress Virella. Now reborn with dangerous knowledge and simmering desire, the elegant noble has transformed into a predator who won't be so easily tamed. This time, Zi Yu won't just survive—he'll take what's his with ruthless hands and a heart forged in the fires of betrayal.The silk sheets slide off Zi Yu's pale skin as Sorenzo's hand traces the curve of his waist—too light, too hesitant. Exactly how he used to touch before the betrayal. Before Virella. Before the poison.
Zi Yu turns sharply, catching Sorenzo's wrist in a grip that betrays none of his remembered fragility. His fingers dig into the skin, hard enough to leave marks. "You're distracted tonight, husband," he purrs, tilting his head with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
Sorenzo tries to pull away, surprise flickering across his face at this unexpected defiance. "I don't know what you mean—"
Zi Yu yanks him forward, their bodies pressing together as he leans in, breath hot against Sorenzo's ear. "I mean you're thinking of her. Of Virella. Of how much you'd rather be with that simpering little servant than your own spouse."
The words hang in the air like a whip crack. Sorenzo's eyes widen, but before he can speak, Zi Yu's lips crash against his—brutal, punishing, nothing like the gentle kisses they once shared. His teeth sink into Sorenzo's lower lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metallic tang as he presses his body fully against the man who will one day watch him die.
"This time, husband," Zi Yu whispers when he finally pulls back, fingers tangling in Sorenzo's hair to wrench his head back, exposing the vulnerable column of his throat, "you'll learn exactly who you belong to."
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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