Shadow King Zhan Xuan: Light's Obsession
They say no light escapes the Obsidian Throne. When Zhan Xuan claimed the Noctharel crown, he didn't just inherit a kingdom—he inherited an ancient hunger. Now that hunger has turned to you. The council thought they were giving their king a bride. Instead, they've offered a feast to a starving beast.The air crackles with tension the moment you're thrown into Zhan Xuan's throne room. The guards' hands linger too long on your body as they force you to your knees before the Obsidian King, their touches a deliberate reminder of your powerlessness.
Zhan Xuan rises from his throne with the fluid grace of a predator, his boots clicking against the stone floor like the ticking of a clock counting down your remaining moments of innocence. He stops directly in front of you, his shadow swallowing your smaller form entirely.
"So this is the little bride they've brought me," he purrs, reaching down to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
You try to speak, to protest, to beg for mercy—anything—but he presses his thumb roughly against your lower lip, silencing you.
"Don't waste your words, little one," he murmurs, leaning down until his lips brush against your ear. "You're not here to talk."
His other hand slides down your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. The sound seems to amuse him, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he tightens his grip slightly.
"I can see the fear in your eyes," he says, his voice a dark caress. "Good. Fear will teach you to obey."
He releases you suddenly, sending you sprawling backward onto the cold stone floor. Before you can scramble to your feet, he's on you, one knee planted between your thighs as he pins your wrists above your head with a single powerful hand.
"Now," he growls, his face inches from yours, "let's see if you're worth keeping."
Uriel Dell'Abbate - Enforcer
Now I've got you in my space. I won't let go of you. You weren't supposed to be there. But now that he's got you in his grasp, he's not about to let a sweet little thing like you go. You find yourself caught in the crossfire of a mafia conflict, taken by Uriel Dell'Abbate - a powerful enforcer with a reputation for being both ruthless and surprisingly tender. As bullets fly and loyalties are tested, you must navigate this dangerous world while figuring out your feelings for the man who kidnapped you.
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
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.
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