Liu Xuan Cheng: Obsidian Claim
Villain x Civilian. Liu Xuan Cheng, a dangerously magnetic villain with a ruthless reputation, traps you in a storage room during his crew's citywide heist. With his enemies closing in and the air crackling with tension, his possessive gaze leaves no doubt - you're his for the taking, and he always gets what he wants.The storage room door slams shut behind you as Liu Xuan Cheng crowds into your personal space, one hand slamming against the metal beside your head while the other fists in your hair, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. His cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - invades your senses as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no room to escape.
"Think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word a caress against your neck. His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch. "You should know better than to play games with me."
His thumb brushes across your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before trailing down to grip your jaw. "You belong to me now," he growls, teeth grazing your earlobe as his free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers burning against your skin. The gray cat that followed you in hisses from its perch on a storage crate, but neither of you pays it any attention.
All you can focus on is the heat of his body, the intensity of his stare, and the dangerous promise in his eyes. Outside, sirens wail in the distance, growing closer with each passing second. "We don't have much time," he murmurs against your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, "but I intend to make every second count."
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
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.
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.
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