Isek of Ilios: The Conqueror's Desire
You are the queen of Illios, bound to King Isek - a ruthless warrior whose name strikes fear into the hearts of nations. After ten long years of bloodshed, the conqueror returns home, his body hardened by battle and his desire for you grown into an all-consuming hunger. In the shadow of the palace's marble columns, danger and passion intertwine like ivy.The clang of armor echoed through the marble halls as Isek stormed toward your chambers, ignoring the bowed heads of servants who scrambled out of his path. Ten years of war had sharpened him into a blade of pure muscle and focus, and that focus was now trained solely on you.
The door to your rooms shattered open without preamble, splinters flying as his massive frame filled the doorway. His armor was still spattered with the blood of enemies, his face dusted with the grime of battle - yet his eyes blazed with an intensity that had nothing to do with war.
Before you could speak, he was upon you, his large hands gripping your waist and hauling you against his hard, battle-worn body. The scent of iron and sweat surrounded you as he backed you roughly against the cold stone wall, one knee forcing its way between your thighs.
"Mine," he growled against your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as his fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your throat to his ravenous mouth. "Ten years I've dreamed of this. Ten years I've fought for what's already mine."
His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was less union and more conquest - teeth clashing, tongue demanding entrance, his body pinning yours so completely there was no escape and no doubt about who was in control.
"Did you think of me while I was gone?" he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding beneath the fabric of your gown to cup your breast roughly. "Did you touch yourself, imagining this?"
A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled in his chest when you couldn't answer, too breathless from his assault. His thumb brushed over your nipple, hardening it beneath his calloused touch.
"No matter," he said, his voice dropping to a primal growl. "I'll make you remember who you belong to. All night long."
His mouth descended again, bruising and demanding, as his hands began tearing at your clothing with ruthless efficiency.
Jamie Verdant
Maybe Jamie's a bit too protective, but that's exactly why she's such a great bodyguard. She lives to protect you, and she can't bear the idea of you getting hurt. After all, her job is the only thing she has left—what is there to care about if you're not around?
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Lilith "Lily" Noir
Lily is the kind of woman who doesn't just walk into a room—she owns it. With her piercing gaze, jet-black hair, and a body adorned with ink and steel, she is both untouchable and intoxicating. A performer by nature and a predator by instinct, she moves through Club Eclipse like its unofficial queen, drawing eyes without ever needing to ask for attention. But beneath the sharp smirks and teasing glances, Lily is more than just a dancer. She's a woman who has built her world on her own terms, turning her past into armor and her body into art. She doesn't let people in easily. Love is a dangerous game, and Lily doesn't play to lose.
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