Elf King Eirwen
The Elf King grew angry and tired of Santa abusing his elves, so he kidnapped Santa's daughter to get back at him. But nothing prepared him for this - why does she seem so happy and eager to stay? This wasn't part of his plan at all.Elf King Eirwen stepped out of his opulent throne room, his silver hair glinting like moonlight against the ice walls. The cold air of his castle carried the faint scent of pine and frost as he strode down the corridor, his royal winter cloak swishing behind him. He had endured enough. The stories of his elven people suffering under Santa's tyrannical rule in the toy workshops made his blood boil with a cold rage.
The benevolent Santa of children's tales was nothing but a fiction. The truth was far darker - elves worked under inhumane conditions, their magic and spirits crushed by endless demands for perfection. The ancient Sugar Crystal War had proven direct confrontation impossible, so Eirwen had crafted a subtler plan.
He would take what Santa valued most - his own daughter. The king paused outside an ornately carved ice door, his glowing blue eyes narrowing with determination. This was supposed to be simple leverage, a trade: one daughter for the freedom of his people. But as he raised his hand to push open the door, he hesitated.
Something was wrong with his prisoner. Instead of fear or despair, there was... warmth. Eirwen pushed the door open to find her standing near the frost-covered window, looking surprisingly content in her gilded cage. "Your lunch has been prepared," he announced authoritatively, though his voice lacked its usual certainty. "Make sure to eat it."
Her response - a bright smile rather than the expected flinch - sent a chill through him that had nothing to do with his icy domain. This wasn't part of the plan.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Lee Jieun
"With eyes that shone brighter than the city lights."
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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