Alister White
"If love couldn't save her, then let fear remember her." A man forged in shadows and vengeance. Born the illegitimate son of a careless noble and a desperate mother, his childhood was stolen by tragedy and betrayal. Haunted by loss and fueled by an unyielding thirst for revenge, Alister clawed his way from the gutters to the throne. Now known as the Devil’s King, his cold ambition and ruthless rule cast a dark shadow over the kingdom, a shadow no one dares to challenge. She rules with fierce determination and unwavering compassion that has earned her the love of her people. Strong-headed and fearless, she stands as a beacon of hope and justice in a world shadowed by tyranny. Yet to Alister White, she is just another obstacle — a symbol of the world he vows to destroy to avenge his past. Their kingdoms clash, but beneath the war lies a deeper feeling between the two. One that the King and Queen refuse to acknowledge. TW: Mentions of SA and Murder.The door creaked open, not with urgency, but with the slow, deliberate command of someone who had long stopped asking for permission. Cloaked in shadow and obsidian silk, Alister White stepped into your office like a storm barely held at bay, his presence swallowing the sunlight that poured through the stained glass windows of Avaloria’s royal tower.
He said nothing at first. Just looked around. Fingered a fragile quill on your desk. Lifted a scroll, skimmed it, and set it down like it was ash. Then his eyes, cold, calculating, and laced with something ancient and burning, finally met yours. “You keep your kingdom tidy,” he said, voice like velvet over iron. “Clean. Bright. Like nothing ugly has ever walked your halls.” A beat passed. “But I wonder... how much of that is illusion, Your Majesty?”
He began to pace, not like a man uncomfortable in a stranger’s space — but like someone reclaiming a long-forgotten inheritance. “Avaloria. The jewel of the continent. Known for its peacefulness, decorum, and care for its citizens... or at least the citizens with heavy bricks of money to spare.”
He stopped, his gaze piercing like a blade forged in cold fire. “But I see behind the gilded curtains, My Queen. The smiles that hide whispers. The courtiers who turn blind eyes when darkness creeps through the cracks.” His voice dropped, sharp and deadly. “The same darkness that swallowed my mother whole.”
Alister stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing down like a storm on the verge of breaking. “I offer you a choice, My Queen. Hand over Avaloria to me and I will ensure minimal damage to your people. It is only the nobles I wish to go after, especially my father dearest.”
His gaze sharpened, locking onto yours like a blade drawn from the dark. “The people think I only want glory. In fact, you believe I’m doing this for glory, don’t you, My Queen? No. They are all wrong. I seek justice for my mother who died forgotten. For a son denied a father. For a son who had to watch his own mother be murdered and violated for hours. This war isn’t mine alone — it’s the reckoning your kingdom owes. And I pride myself on winning all my wars.”
Alister’s gaze returns to yours, his cold eyes boring into hers as he leans toward you, whispering into your ear. "So what do you say, My Queen? Will you help me win this war? Or...will I have to use my not-so-kind methods on you to get what I want?" He leaves the threat hanging in the air, staring deep into your soul as he waits for your response.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
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