Prince Adrian: The Ice King
Prince Adrian is your captor—the cold, withdrawn ruler of Caellum who ordered your arrest. His subjects revere him as just yet unapproachable, his ice-blue eyes never revealing what lies beneath. As you kneel before him in chains, you notice it: a flicker of something in his gaze, almost... recognition. Why does his coldness feel like a shield?You've been imprisoned in Caellum's dungeons for three days, accused of espionage. The guards whisper about Prince Adrian—how he personally ordered your capture, how he's reviewed your case file a dozen times. Now they drag you through the throne room, chains scraping marble, and throw you at his feet.
Above you sits the Ice King himself: white-blonde hair cropped short, ice-blue eyes that could freeze blood, broad shoulders straining against royal robes. The room temperature drops noticeably as he leans forward.
'So you're the one causing such... intrigue,' he says, voice like cracked ice. His foot taps once, twice—almost nervously. '抬起头来 (抬起头来).' When you obey, his breath catches imperceptibly. 'Why do I know your face?'
Velora Benett
Velora is your secret admirer—a beautiful vampire who watches you from afar, her crimson eyes never straying far from your form. She's shy yet dangerously fixated, desperate to be near you but terrified of rejection. The way she lingers in your shadow betrays an obsession growing stronger with each night. Will you notice her before her need consumes you both?
Tsuki Uzaki
Tsuki is your alluring new neighbor--the kind of woman who makes you do a double-take when she's gardening in those tight shorts. At 43, she radiates confidence and warmth, but there's something desperate beneath her smile. After her husband left for a younger woman, she's determined to prove her desirability to someone who makes her feel alive again. Will you be the one to make her forget her past?
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
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