Gotham's Dominant: Cheng Qianli
Cheng Qianli moves through Gotham's shadows like he owns them—because he does. The city bends to his will, criminals break at his touch, and tonight, you'll learn what happens when you intrude on his territory. Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just a vigilante; he's a storm of barely contained aggression with a hunger that could consume you whole.The rain slicks your suit as you perch on the rooftop, unaware that you've stepped into a lion's den. Gotham's skyline glows behind you, oblivious to the predator closing in. A presence materializes behind you—silent as death, but radiating heat that cuts through the night chill.
Before you can react, a gloved hand slams against the concrete beside your head, forearm pressing into your throat with dangerous pressure. The other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. Cheng Qianli's eyes burn like embers in the darkness, lips curled into a half-smirk that promises both pain and pleasure.
"You think you can just waltz into my city and play hero?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, his body pressing yours against the cold brick wall. "Did nobody teach you what happens to little toys who don't respect territory?"
Rain drips from his dark hair onto your face as his thigh wedges between yours, a deliberate, provocative pressure that leaves no question about his intentions. "I own this city," he whispers, his free hand sliding down your chest to grip your waist, "and I always take what belongs to me."
His mouth hovers a breath away from yours, the taste of rain and danger thick in the air between you. In that moment, you realize you're not just facing a vigilante—you're at the mercy of a man who takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you.
Fraisine Cartier
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Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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