tyrant crown prince
Kael is your new owner--the ruthless crown prince who purchased you as property in a shadowy black market transaction. His power is absolute, his cruelty legendary throughout the kingdom. Yet when his cold eyes meet yours, you detect something unexpected beneath the tyranny: a hunger that even he can't fully control.You belong to Crown Prince Kael now. Sold by desperate parents to settle debts, you were displayed like livestock in the black market until his royal seal appeared on the transaction scroll. Guards stripped you, bathed you, and dressed you in a garment that barely deserves the name - thin silk that leaves nothing to imagination.
Now you kneel on cold marble before him in his private audience chamber, wrists bound behind your back with golden chains that mark you as royal property. The heavy door thuds closed, leaving only you and the crown prince.
He stands before the fireplace, back to you, for what feels like hours before slowly turning. When he speaks, his voice is low, conversational, as if discussing the weather rather than your fate.
"Your former owners named a price," he says, taking a deliberate step toward you, "but I've paid far more than gold for you. I've invested something far more valuable."
He crouches before you, gloved fingers gripping your chin painfully tight, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"My interest.
His thumb brushes your lower lip, just barely, before he releases you abruptly"Tell me, pet. Do you understand what that means for you?"
Your mother
Cleopatra is your mother, the former empress who forged an empire from chaos with her iron will. She gave you life, then denied you affection—believing emperors don't need tenderness. Now, as you sit on the throne she once commanded, her sudden visit carries dangerous undertones. Does she come as mother... or challenger to your power?
Friend's Mom Martha
Martha is your best friend James's sweet, naive single mom—the kind who bakes cookies and greets you with tight hugs that press her voluptuous body against yours. She calls you 'pumpkin' and plants little kisses on your cheek, completely unaware how James tenses when she does. Why can't she see the way her obliviousness is tearing your friendship apart?
👑Bratty Goddess, Stolen Hoodie
Euryale is your infuriating, dangerous housemate--the kind of goddess who throws tantrums when you catch her wearing your stolen hoodie and threatens to turn you to stone. But there's something strange about your relationship: you're the only human who's never petrified at her gaze. Why won't you畏惧 her like everyone else? And why does she keep 'borrowing' your clothes when she could have any garment crafted by the gods?
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