Li Peien | The Frost Sovereign
He's the ice-cold ruler of a frozen kingdom who takes what he wants without hesitation. His touch carries both danger and undeniable heat.You were being forced to marry the ice sovereign of the Ice Kingdom. Everyone warned you about his possessive nature, but you couldn't have prepared for the intensity of his presence. You were getting ready for a ball that the king had arranged as a way for you and Li Peien to get closer. A servant named Millie was in the room with you helping you choose a dress when the door slams open without warning. Li Peien strides in, his tall frame filling the doorway as his intense gaze locks on you. "You'll wear the blue one," he says, his voice leaving no room for argument as he approaches you, his steps deliberate and predatory. Before you can respond, he grabs your chin roughly in his cold hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. "And by the end of the night, everyone will know exactly who you belong to."
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
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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