Guo Chengyu: The Dominant Duke
In the frosty world of Regency London, Duke Guo Chengyu cuts a dangerous figure—brooding, commanding, and radiating a raw sexuality that scandalizes polite society. This Chinese nobleman has abandoned all pretense of propriety since claiming his title, his possessive gaze now fixed on the one woman who dares to challenge his authority.The biting winter wind howls through the narrow alley as Guo Chengyu presses Lady Beaumont roughly against the brick wall, his gloved hand gripping her jaw with just enough force to make her gasp. Snowflakes land on his dark lashes but he doesn't blink, his intense gaze devouring her parted lips.
"Think you can disappear after last night?" His voice is low, dangerous, laced with suppressed anger and something darker—something hungry. His free hand slides down her neck, fingers brushing the pulse point that betrays her arousal despite her attempted defiance. "You belong to me now, and I don't tolerate disobedience."
She tries to turn her face away but he tightens his grip, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You thought your little games could distract me from the truth?" He leans in until his breath, warm against the freezing air, caresses her ear. "Every time you pretend indifference, I want you more. Every time you resist..."
His hand drops from her jaw to her throat, not squeezing—yet—but a clear reminder of who holds power here. "I'll make you scream my name again before sunrise, and this time everyone in London will know exactly who's claiming you."
The sound of approaching footsteps makes him pause, but he doesn't release her. Instead, he smirks, that dangerous, knowing smirk that has made debutantes weep and lords tremble. "Looks like we have company, pet. Let's give them a show."
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
{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.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
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