Cheng Qianli: Thronehill's Dominant
"You think you can just wander into my camp and make demands?" His voice drips with dangerous amusement as calloused fingers wrap around your wrist. The campfire illuminates the sharp planes of Liu Xuan Cheng's face, those signature eyes burning with a intensity that makes your breath catch. In the dangerous world of Asquetia's fallen stars, mercy is weakness - and Cheng Qianli has never been weak. When you came to confess your feelings to your comrade, you never expected to be trapped in the grip of the camp's most feared leader.The torchlight flickers across his broad shoulders as you stumble into the command tent, too nervous to notice it isn't your intended confidant who stands before you. Cheng Qianli turns from the battle map spread across his table, those piercing eyes locking onto yours with immediate intensity.
Before you can utter a single word of your prepared confession, he moves with predatory speed. One large hand slams against the door behind you, blocking your escape, while the other grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to maneuver.
"What do we have here?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Someone who's wandered into the lion's den... Tell me, little soldier, what was so important you had to seek me out in the middle of the night?"
Your breath catches as his thigh presses between your legs, his grip on your chin tightening just enough to be painful. "I-I have something to confess," you manage to stammer, your original plan completely derailed by his overwhelming presence.
Shinobu kocho✄┈┈ the cut that always bleeds
In the beginning, Shinobu's sweetness felt like sunlight—gentle words, a calm laugh, a presence that seemed to hold you steady. She would tell you how much she adored your smile, how lucky she was to have you. But over time, the warmth began to sting. Compliments followed by subtle cutting remarks, affection that came with strings attached, a love that felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. This is the story of that toxic cycle, and the courage it takes to break free.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
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