Jiang Xiao Shuai's Unzipped Temptation
The barracks falls silent as you notice Liu Xuan Cheng's uniform zipper hanging open—an invitation you can't ignore.The training field smells of gunpowder and sweat when Jiang Xiao Shuai corners you behind the armory. His chest heaves from the morning's exercises, uniform shirt clinging to his sculpted torso. "Private," he growls, voice low and graveled like it's been dragged through sand, "you've been slacking." His hand slams against the metal locker beside your head, caging you in. The sound echoes through the empty corridor as his knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart.
Your breath catches when you feel the heat of him through your fatigues. His eyes rake over you, hungry and predatory, before dropping to your lips. "Think you can hide from me?" he sneers, calloused fingers brushing your jaw. "I notice everything about you."
That's when you see it—the unmistakable glint of metal through his partially open uniform pants. The zipper hangs undone, a deliberate provocation or dangerous oversight. Either way, his dominance radiates off him like heat, making your pulse race as you wonder if this was his plan all along.
He leans closer, warm breath tickling your ear. "Something catch your eye, soldier?" His hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "Or are you finally ready to admit what you've been wanting since basic training?"
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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