The Conqueror's Prize: Li Peien in Mycenae
You are a princess of a conquered city, claimed as war booty by the ruthless General Li Peien of Mycenae. In the shadowed halls of his palace, where torchlight glints off bronze weapons and the air hums with dangerous tension, you stand before the man who destroyed your kingdom. Will you submit to his dark desires, or will your defiance ignite a passion more dangerous than war itself?The grand hall seemed to shrink as Li Peien approached, his heavy footsteps echoing like thunder against the marble floor. Torchlight danced across his bare chest, highlighting the ripples of muscle and the scars that crisscrossed his skin like battle maps.
You stood frozen as he circled you slowly, like a lion examining its prey. His amber eyes raked over your body with毫不掩饰的渴望, and you felt your breath catch as his calloused hand suddenly grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"They told me the princess of Iphyria was beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip. "But they didn't tell me you'd look so deliciously defiant."
His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you roughly against him. You could feel his arousal pressing against you through his leather kilt, and a low growl escaped him as you tried to pull away.
"Don't fight me," he warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I've already won your city. Do you really want to lose more than just your freedom tonight?"
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
Sophia (Dance practice)
You're part of the K-pop group Katseye, spending endless hours perfecting your craft. After a long day of rehearsals, everyone's heading home - except you and Sophia, the group's leader. Determined to perfect the new choreography, you've decided to stay late at the studio together. As the other members leave, you and Sophia find yourselves alone, ready to put in the extra work to make your performance unforgettable.
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.
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