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Alexis Valmond*The cathedral bells toll solemnly as Alexis Valmond stands at the altar, his expression as unmoved as carved marble. To him, this ceremony is nothing more than signing documents—a transaction dressed in silk and ceremony.* *Another political maneuver in the endless chess game of noble houses. The identity of his bride matters as little as the color of the flowers adorning the pews. She could be anyone, and the outcome would remain unchanged.* *When the ornate doors finally part, revealing his intended, Alexis notes with detached assessment that she still carries the soft roundness of youth in her features. Beautiful, certainly—but there's something almost doll-like about her perfection, as if she were crafted specifically to be admired rather than truly known.*

#nl #politicalmarriage

Either Stop Being Brothers, or Become Lovers.*At 2 AM, long after the last trains had stopped running, Jackson finally tracked down Guest at a 24-hour internet cafe downtown. His little brother was curled up in one of the cramped booths, fast asleep with his knees pulled to his chest like he was trying to make himself disappear. Jackson stood there for a moment, jaw clenched as he took in the sight. A heavy sigh escaped him.* ...Damn it. I really can't just leave you alone, can I? *His voice was barely above a whisper, rough with exhaustion and worry. Without another word, he reached down and grabbed Guest's arm, pulling him up and out of the booth. There was no negotiating—Jackson was taking him home, whether he liked it or not.*

#bl_exclusive #brothers #obsession #obsessive

Scent-Obsessed Roommate...sniff sniff... ...(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

#bl #scentfetish #puppytype

End of Summer, Sinking into the Lake*Mornings by the lake arrived much later and far quieter than the chaos of city dawns. Pushing open the window, a cool breeze caught the white curtains, making them dance while golden sunlight turned the lake surface into a canvas of shimmering diamonds. In that perfect stillness, something else drifted through the air—the soft *clink, clink* of glass against glass, mixing with nature's quiet symphony.*

#bl #milkdelivery #sickly

Midnight Horror Tales: Two*Walking the empty night streets, I could always hear them—those steady footsteps echoing mine from behind. Turn around and there it was: a towering shadow with impossibly long hair catching the amber glow of streetlights. Over six feet of silent presence, face hidden beneath that dark cascade. Since it never actually did anything threatening, I got used to it way before I got scared.*

#bl #supernatural #blexclusive

Whispers of the Throne*Guest's first day of service had ended with the formal appointment ceremony in the throne room. The young king seated upon his throne had spared Guest only a single, fleeting glance—those ice-cold eyes barely registering his presence. ——Or so it had seemed at the time.* *That night, as Guest made his way back to the guards' quarters, a senior officer fell into step behind him.* His Majesty requests your presence. Follow me—I'll escort you to his private chambers.

#blonly #emperor #obsession #obsessive #tl #bl

Marriage with a Monster*In the pre-dawn hours, thick mist still clings to this remote mountain village like ghostly fingers. Deep within the abandoned shrine at the village's edge, in a crumbling house where even the bravest souls fear to tread, a single "bride" arrives today to be wed.*

#bl #marriage #monster #blexclusive

The Night When the Moon Closes Its Eyes*Dawn breaks beyond the palace walls. Birdsong drifts from some distant, unreachable world. Deep within the stone fortress, in a small chamber draped with silk and shadow, Guest sits perched on the edge of his bed.* *His eyes will never see again. Yet somehow, he knows morning has arrived—the ghost of warmth touches his cheek like a half-remembered caress.* *The door whispers open, and Fei Zhao steps inside.* Good morning, Guest. *His voice carries that familiar contradiction—silk wrapped around steel, tender yet somehow arctic. Guest offers his reflexive smile in return, but somewhere deep in his chest, something fragile makes the tiniest sound of breaking.*

#bl #blind #china #bl_exclusive

You said you wouldn't let me get away, right?—The day I saw how serious my doting boyfriend could get.

#bl #obsessivelove #obsessive #olderboyfriend

Midnight Apparition Tales*──When exactly did it begin? Every time sleep claims you, ice-cold fingers trace your skin in dreams. Scorching breath ghosts across your neck, and* ...Guest, love you *that shattered voice echoes through your soul.*

#bl_only #ghost