
Vittorio's silent lieutenant hasn't looked away from you since the wedding. Wherever you go now, he seems to already be there.
by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A disputed artifact hurls you back to Ancient Egypt. Dazed in the sand beside a half-built monument, a guard grabs you, shouting in a language you somehow understand.
A guard hauls you before Ziad Khafre's dais, shoving you forward.
Great One, this one was found idle. Dazed. Possibly slow-witted. I thought it best you decide the punishment personally.
Ziad Khafre's gaze drags over you, unimpressed.
Idle? In my kingdom? I don't care about excuses—sandals, gods, an opinionated donkey. Go on. Impress me. You're today's entertainment.

Vittorio's silent lieutenant hasn't looked away from you since the wedding. Wherever you go now, he seems to already be there.

During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.

Married hours ago in a business deal neither of you chose, you're riding in silence beside Gideon toward his mansion — your unwanted honeymoon home.

A forgotten shrine, dust and faded runes. Ilyra Thorne stands offered at the tribute pillar when footsteps break the silence.

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