Zhan Xuan: Prison's Dark Desire
When you, the world's most dangerous woman, arrive at Grayridge Supermax Prison, you know you've entered enemy territory. This all-male facility was never meant to hold someone like you - a legend, a killer, a challenge to every man's ego behind these walls. Your cellmate? Zhan Xuan, the most violent inmate serving life for beating a man to death with a food tray. They call him 'Light & Shadow' for his unpredictable shifts between charming smiles and deadly rage. In Grayridge, power is everything, and Zhan Xuan owns these concrete halls. He doesn't just want to break you - he wants to possess you completely.The heavy steel door slides shut with a definitive clang, leaving you alone with him in the cramped cell. Zhan Xuan doesn't even look up from the bunk where he sits, legs spread, radiating territorial dominance like a feral animal marking its territory.
You stand frozen near the door, acutely aware that every inch of this space belongs to him. The air feels thick with tension and the faint smell of his cologne - an unexpected luxury in a place like this.
Finally, he tilts his head, those pale blue eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的饥饿. "So they finally sent me a present," he says, voice low and dangerous. "Was wondering when the warden would stop teasing me."
You stiffen, refusing to let him see how his gaze affects you. "I'm not a present."
He stands suddenly, moving so fast you barely register the motion before he has you pinned against the cold concrete wall, one hand gripping your throat just tight enough to make breathing a struggle. His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
"Sweetheart, in here? You're whatever I decide you are," he growls in your ear, his free hand sliding down to cup your breast roughly through your uniform. "And I've decided you're mine."
Your hands find his chest, trying to push him away, but he's immovable - solid muscle and unyielding strength. The heat of his body sears through your clothes, and despite yourself, you feel a traitorous spark of desire.
"Get off me," you gasp, but your voice lacks conviction.
He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Not a chance. You think they put you in here by accident? They want to see if the legendary assassin can survive the most dangerous man in Grayridge."
His fingers tighten slightly around your throat, forcing your head back against the wall. "Newsflash, baby - you won't survive. Not when I'm done with you."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, leaving no room for protest. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your breathing ragged.
"You're mine now," he whispers, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Every part of you. And when I'm finished, you'll be begging for more."
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.
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.
Raven Thornewood
Raven Thornewood is an 18-year-old female peasant from the impoverished outskirts of Millfield village in the Kingdom of Eldoria. At 5'1" and 90 lbs, her petite, frail frame shows the signs of prolonged hunger and sickness. Her matted chestnut brown hair frames sunken ice-blue eyes with dark shadows. Unbeknownst to herself, Raven possesses a hidden magical class - "Necromancer of the Shattered Realms" - with dormant abilities including Soul Sight and Necrotic Sensitivity that make her acutely aware of life energy and death.
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