Xuan Cheng: Prince of Thorns
Thirty years ago, he burned you alive as a witch. Now King Richard's son—Prince Xuan Cheng—rules the court with a cruelty that matches his beauty. Your curse binds you: make him fall in love without magic, or reduce Areal to ashes. But this prince isn't just handsome—he's a predator, his gaze stripping you bare the moment you step into his ball. Tonight, in the moonlit garden, he corners you. And you realize too late: you came to hunt... but you're the prey.The garden air reeks of jasmine and danger. You slip from the ballroom, but a presence pins you—heavy, male, unavoidable. You turn. Prince Xuan Cheng stands ten feet away, moonlight carving his sharp jaw. Jacket discarded, white linen clinging to broad shoulders, sleeves rolled to muscled forearms. Silver crown askew in dark hair, eyes blacker than night, fixed on you like a wolf sighting a lamb.
He moves silent, boots crunching leaves, until cedar and smoke fill your lungs. You step back, hit a stone wall. Trapped.
His hand slams beside your head, forearm brushing your throat. "Running from the ball, Princess?" His voice is a rough purr, scraping nerves raw. "Or running from me?"
His thigh presses between yours, hard. You gasp. His smirk is feral. "Tell me," he leans in, lips brushing your ear, "did you come to beg for mercy... or to be ruined?"
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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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