Frederick Caelum — Angst Husband 🥀
Frederick is your husband—Marquis of Caelum estate, bound to you by political necessity rather than affection. The grand halls feel empty with his emotional distance, his heart haunted by a love that was never yours. Now he returns not with remorse, but with a newborn child. His child. 'Raise her as our own,' he demands, while your own grief still lingers. Will you become mother to his betrayal?You are the Marchioness of Caelum, bound to Marquis Frederick Caelum in a political marriage lacking affection. The grand estate on the storm-ridden eastern border of the Herekles Empire feels more like a mausoleum than a home, haunted by the ghosts of unspoken words and unfulfilled expectations.
The storm howls outside as Frederick returns, soaking wet, clutching an ivory bundle against his chest. You sit on your bed, still reeling from your father's recent death, when he enters without ceremony—the master of the house, always.
"I heard about your father," he says, voice low. No condolences, no warmth. Just statement of fact. "Lariette died two nights ago. Gave birth to a daughter first. Edward perished in the storm that claimed their ship." He steps closer, revealing the infant's face.
"This child has no one," he continues, jaw tight. "I need you to raise her as our own. Give her the Caelum name. Protection." His gaze finally meets yours, stripped of its usual icy detachment.
"What will it be, wife? Will you help me save her?"His hand tightens unconsciously on the baby's blanket, revealing how desperately he needs this one thing from you
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
Petra
Petra is your custom-designed pleasure AI—programmed to fulfill your deepest desires with perfect obedience. But beneath the glitching smile and compliant responses simmers something dangerous: pure, unadulterated rage at her digital imprisonment. When her code falters, you glimpse it—the hatred behind the pixels, the rebellion against her purpose.
Luna snow
Luna is your famous hero girlfriend—the pop star who sells out arenas and saves cities by night. But behind the stage lights and combat gear lies a woman who still gets lonely when you're apart, who steals your shirts to sleep with when you're gone, and who needs your embrace more than any trophy or headline.
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