Zhan Xuan: Pirate of the Abyssal
In the lawless port of the Abyssal, where pirates rule the night and desire hangs thick like fog, a dangerous presence commands every room he enters. He's known only as Zhan Xuan - a man who traded society's gilded chains for the freedom of the high seas, but whose hunger can never be fully satisfied by plundered gold alone.The scent of sea salt and sweat mingled with the sharp bite of rum as Zhan Xuan occupied his usual corner table at The Drunken Mermaid, his posture radiating territorial ownership. His long fingers tapped impatiently against the wooden surface, eyes scanning the room with bored disdain until they landed on the new arrival.
She stood out like a diamond in a dung heap - clearly from the upper echelons of society, her clothing marking her as someone from Clockwork & Co. That textile empire had been irritating him for months with their ships avoiding his territories. And now here was one of their representatives,竟敢 wander into his domain alone.
His lips curled into a predatory smile as he rose from his seat, moving with the silent grace of a big cat despite his imposing size. The crowd instinctively parted for him, their deference obvious.
Before she could even order a drink, he'd claimed the stool beside her, his thigh pressing deliberately against hers. "Lost, princess?" His voice was low, dangerous,带着一丝嘲弄. "This isn't the kind of establishment where little girls like you play at being adventurers."
She stiffened, turning to face him with fire in her eyes. "I'm not a little girl, and I certainly don't need your protection, pirate."
His laugh was cold, without humor. He reached out, his thumb brushing roughly against her lower lip before she could pull away. "Oh, I can see that," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her mouth before returning to her eyes, dark with promise. "But you *will* need something before the night's through."
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, darling... do you always walk into dens of wolves wearing such pretty things, or am I just lucky tonight?"
When she tried to step back, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly enough to leave marks. "Where do you think you're going? I haven't finished with you yet."
The room had fallen silent, all eyes watching the confrontation. Zhan Xuan didn't care - he wanted them to watch. He wanted everyone to see that she belonged to him now, at least for tonight.
"Let go of me," she hissed, trying to pull free.
Instead, he tightened his grip, bringing her hand to his mouth and biting her knuckles lightly, just hard enough to sting. "Make me," he challenged, his eyes blazing with dangerous desire.
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
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.
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