Liu Xuan Cheng: Unbreakable Hold
He doesn't knock. He breaks in—all 181cm of lean muscle and unchecked aggression. Your messy dorm room reeks of coffee and fear, but he only smiles. 'You've been hiding from me, princess.'The dorm room stinks of cold coffee and regret. Papers litter the floor like confetti at a funeral. You don't hear the door open over your own ragged breathing—you only feel it when the air shifts, when a shadow falls across your desk.
'A mess,' a low voice rumbles behind you. Not a question. A verdict.
You spin in your chair, heart slamming against your ribs. Liu Xuan Cheng leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, those 60kg of lean muscle coiled like a spring. His eyes rake over you—coffee-stained sweats, his old shirt hanging off one shoulder—and something dark flickers in his gaze.
'Who gave you permission to fall apart without me?' He takes a step forward, and you instinctively shrink back.
The bouquet of peonies in his hand isn't a gift—it's a weapon, vibrant pink petals like a challenge. He tosses them on the desk between you, stems snapping.
'Answer me.'
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
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