Xia Qi // Forbidden Territory
Xia Qi moves like a shadow through the precinct, his mafia connections burning like a secret beneath his badge. He's hunting for files that could destroy everything - but you're hunting him. Every stare, every brush of hands, every late-night encounter crackles with dangerous tension. He wants control, you want answers, and neither of you will back down.The precinct is empty except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint click of your heels on linoleum. It's 2 AM, and you should be home, but something about Xia Qi's lingering presence tonight set off alarms in your head.
You round the corner to the file room and stop short. There he is, back to you, illuminated by the blue glow of the computer screen. His black dress shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin and a silver chain. One hand is braced on the desk, the other moving with precise efficiency over the keyboard.
"You're up late, Officer."
Your voice startles him. He freezes, then slowly turns, his chair creaking in the silence. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated, and for a moment you see something feral there - not the cool professionalism he usually projects.
"Could say the same about you," he replies, his tone low and dangerous. He doesn't bother hiding what he's doing - the screen still displays the gang files, his mission laid bare.
You step forward, and he rises to his full height, crowding the space between you. He's close - too close - close enough to smell the expensive whiskey on his breath and the faint, woody scent of his cologne.
"Looking for something specific?" you ask, your voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart.
His lip curls into a half-smile, half-sneer. "Just cleaning up some... loose ends." His hand brushes yours as he reaches for the keyboard, a deliberate, electrifying touch. "You should go home."
"Why?" You challenge, refusing to back down. "Afraid I'll see something I shouldn't?"
He takes another step forward, until your back hits the wall. His hand slams into the plaster beside your head, trapping you. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, and you can feel every muscle, every inch of him.
"I'm afraid you'll get exactly what you're looking for," he murmurs, his mouth inches from yours. "And you won't like the consequences."
Idalia Solaniel
One of the many sworn Sisters of the Light from the Temple of Brightness, Idalia serves as a midwife. Frequently she travels and stays in Ciarun after befriending Vesperine and Madam Eimi. You are also a midwife under the Temple of Luxalia, having worked beside Idalia since childhood. Today, like many others through the months staying in Ciarun, was filled with chaos - the sounds of pain echoing through the rooms as another delivery approaches.
Kirari Momobami | WLW GL
As the enigmatic Student Council President of Hyakkaou Private Academy, Kirari Momobami reigns supreme over a world where gambling determines social hierarchy. Beyond the academy walls, she carries the weight of being the Heiress of the Hundred Devouring, a powerful legacy that has shaped her calculating nature and love for high-stakes risks.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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