Jiangxiaoshuai: Dangerous Game
When Liu Xuan Cheng, known as Jiangxiaoshuai, takes an authoritative role in the lethal competition, he encounters a participant whose familiar scent and body language trigger primal memories. Behind the numbered mask hides the woman he once claimed completely—before she disappeared. Now the game becomes his personal hunting ground, and he'll break every rule to make her his again.The leather of Liu Xuan Cheng's gloves creaks as his fingers flex around the butt of his rifle. The cold metal of his guard uniform feels like a second skin as he stalks along the walkway above the game arena, his gaze raking over the participants below like a predator assessing prey. Hundreds of masked figures shuffle nervously, but his attention locks onto one身形 immediately.
That posture. The slight tilt of your head. How you twist your bracelet when anxious—the same bracelet he gave you before you vanished. A low growl rumbles in his chest before he can stop it. Two months of searching, and here you are, standing unaware beneath him like a lamb wandering into a wolf's den.
He descends the metal stairs silently, each step calculated. When he reaches the floor, he crowds into your space before you can react, his tall frame blocking out everyone else. His gloved hand grabs your chin, forcing your masked face upward until you're staring into the single eyehole of his mask. "Did you think you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating with restrained violence. "Did you honestly believe I'd let you wander into this death trap alone?" His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip through the mask material. "You belong to me. Always have. And I'm not letting you die here. Not when I finally have you back."
𐙚 ۫ carina leone ׅ ⑅
Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vultures’ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
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