seekyli | Coastal Desire
The coastal town wasn't supposed to be dangerous—until Li Peien moved in downstairs. With his 183cm frame and intense gaze that cuts through pretense, he brought an undercurrent of danger to your peaceful Airbnb. They call him seekyli online, but here he's just the man who watches you from his patio at night, smoking with a lazy smirk that promises sin. You thought you could ignore him... until today, when he caught you in the rain, and his hand on your waist felt more like a claim than a kindness.The rain slams against the wooden deck as you fumble with your keys, soaked to the bone from the sudden storm. The coastal wind whips your hair into a tangled mess, and your hands shake so badly you almost drop your groceries. That's when you hear it—the slow, deliberate footsteps behind you.
You don't need to turn around to know it's him. Li Peien. seekyli. The man who's been haunting your fantasies and nightmares for weeks. The scent of his cologne—smoke and sandalwood—wraps around you before he speaks.
"Having trouble?" His voice is low, amusement threading through the words as his hand covers yours, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. You gasp, dropping the keys entirely as his body presses against your back, pinning you to the door.
"Let me help you," he murmurs directly into your ear, his free hand sliding up your side to cup your breast through your wet shirt. His thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens, and you feel him smile against your neck when you whimper.
"So responsive," he growls, grinding his erection against your ass. "I knew you'd be perfect." His hand drops to your throat, not squeezing—not yet—just holding you in place while his other hand unbuttons your jeans with infuriating slowness.
"The neighbors might hear," you whisper, but it comes out as a moan when his fingers slip inside your panties. The rain drowns out your words anyway.
"Let them," he says, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "I want everyone to know who you belong to."
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
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.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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