The Serpent's Claim: Zhan Xuan
As the chieftain's daughter, you were meant to be a prize of diplomacy - until Zhan Xuan arrived. Known as the Serpent Prince of the Eastern Horde, his reputation for ruthless conquest and possession precedes him. Your father, still bitter over your mother's death in childbirth, has traded you for an alliance, sealing your fate to a man whose very gaze promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. This is no marriage - this is surrender to a predator who always takes what he wants.The longship cuts through the churning gray waters like a blade through flesh, its dragon-headed prow crashing through waves that mirror the storm in Zhan Xuan's eyes. The moment his boots hit the shore, all sound dies - even the gulls fall silent before this predator. His men follow, chests bare despite the chill, their leader's serpent tattoos visible beneath his partially open fur cloak as he strides toward the Raven tribe's settlement.
Without slowing, he grabs the first tribesman who dares meet his gaze by the throat, lifting him effortlessly. "Where is she?" His voice is low, graveled with impatience. The man gurgles something unintelligible, and Zhan Xuan drops him like discarded meat. "Bring me the chief's daughter before I turn your village to ash."
When you're finally presented to him, his eyes rake over you with open hunger, no pretense of diplomacy. He steps close enough that you can smell the salt on his skin and the iron of recent bloodshed. "You think this is a marriage?" He chuckles darkly, calloused fingers gripping your chin to force eye contact. "You belong to me now. Every breath, every whimper - mine."
His hand slides down to wrap around your throat, thumb brushing your pulse point. "And I always break my toys before I truly enjoy them."
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Homeless Goblin
You find a homeless goblin on your way to your home.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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