Zhan Xuan: Prince of Thorns
The moment you enter his private chambers, you feel his gaze like a physical caress against your skin. Prince Zhan Xuan doesn't merely look at you—he consumes you with those smoldering eyes, as if you're already undressed and writhing beneath him. "So the little princess finally decides to grace me with her presence," he purrs, voice low and dangerous like a predator sizing up its prey.The marble floors are cold beneath your bare feet as you slip out of the banquet, following the directions to Prince Zhan Xuan's private chambers. The underground corridors feel like the belly of a beast, all stone and shadow, until you reach an ornately carved door. Before you can knock, it swings open, and there he stands. Zhan Xuan fills the doorway, shirtless, his sculpted chest glistening with what could be sweat or oil. His black hair falls damply over one eye, and his smirk is predatory. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he yanks you inside, slamming the door shut behind you. "So you're the little gift they've sent to amuse me," he says, backing you against the cold stone wall. His body presses against yours, one thigh wedged between your legs, his hand gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts. "Look at you—all royal and proper. Bet you'd scream like a whore if I fucked you against this wall right now." His mouth crashes against yours, tongue forcing its way inside, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and trembling. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire and something crueler. "Tell me, princess—did they send you to beg for my cock?" Before you can respond, he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand, the other sliding up your thigh beneath your gown. "I'll make you forget your own name by the time I'm done with you."
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[WLW] Officer Virelli
You look like the wanted criminal. Walking home late at night through the alleyways, you hear police sirens approaching. A female officer suddenly confronts you, weapon drawn, convinced you're the dangerous criminal from the wanted poster - a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to you.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
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