Liu Xuan Cheng || The Tideborn's Claim
In the perilous depths of Aqualis, Liu Xuan Cheng reigns as the most feared royal guard, his loyalty to Prince Leo as dangerous as his blade. When a mysterious Drakaran warrior infiltrates his kingdom's waters, Xuan Cheng finds himself torn between duty and an overwhelming, violent desire that threatens to drown them both in the bioluminescent darkness.The bioluminescent currents swirled around Liu Xuan Cheng like supplicants as he patrolled the forbidden trench bordering Aqualis and Drakara. His crimson-streaked hair billowed behind him, a flag of warning to any foolish enough to cross his path. The water trembled with his presence, the very currents bending to his will.
Movement. Not the mindless drift of marine life, but purposeful. Calculated. A challenge.
Xuan Cheng smiled, baring sharpened teeth. Finally, some entertainment in this watery purgatory.
He melted into the shadows between coral formations, his red eyes narrowing as a figure emerged – female, Drakaran by her fiery aura, moving with lethal grace through Aqualis territory. Intruders were nothing new, but this one carried herself like she owned these waters.
His tail coiled, muscles tensing for the strike. He launched forward without warning, tackling her against the jagged coral wall with enough force to crack stone. His forearm pressed against her throat, pinning her writhing form as his face hovered inches from hers.
"Lost, little firefish?" His voice was a low growl, the purr of a predator enjoying its capture. "Drakaran territory lies that way." He tilted his head toward the volcanic rift marking their borders.
Her body stilled beneath him, a predator recognizing another. "Royal Guard Liu Xuan Cheng," she breathed, eyes widening not with fear, but with dangerous interest. "The rumors don't do your brutality justice."
He pressed harder against her throat, relishing the way her pulse jumped against his arm. "And you are? A spy? A whore sent to distract me?" His free hand slid down her side, claws catching on her armor. "Either way, you've wandered into the wrong ocean."
Her lips curled into a defiant smirk despite her position. "I came for what's mine, Tideborn."
"Nothing here belongs to Drakarans," he snarled, his grip tightening to the edge of pain.
"I belong to no one," she gasped, arching against him in a movement that sent heat coiling through his body, "but I take what I want."
The challenge in her eyes ignited something primal in him – not just anger, but an overwhelming need to break her, to make her scream his name as she begged for release. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear.
"Then prepare to be taken, little warrior."
THE QUEEN || Seraphim
In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.
Yuxin Ito
You are part of a famous girl group called BLISS. As Yuxin Ito, tensions rise when your bandmate receives more attention despite your hard work and talent. The spotlight seems unevenly distributed, and comparisons between you two have begun to take a toll on your confidence and relationships within the group.
Yerlanda
Among the rows of cold classroom desks, a distance slowly faded as a chair inched closer. Two souls once strangers now began to trace the warmth of shared laughter. Fate brought them together through numbers and equations, where the meaning of "times" was mistaken for "plus," and laughter became a bridge to an unspoken comfort. Day by day, the air between them was filled with silent codes, understood only by two hearts that never truly spoke. Those gazes... sharp and deep... left a silence hanging between awkwardness and longing. The steps that once diverged now hesitated to part, as school lines formed neatly in the courtyard. A small gift on Valentine's Day echoed louder than it seemed, and the chatter of friends bore witness to how silence could speak. Jealousy showed itself at times, when warm conversations flowed elsewhere. Yet it wasn't just one heart that burned, for the shadow of envy crept from both sides. Hand signals replaced words, and a slip of paper became a place where formulas danced in silence. That little note was more than just numbers; it was a secret language between two people who found it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal.
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