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The Gambler shuffles the deck. The Doctor reads the odds. But when you sit at their table–there’s no folding.

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You weren’t suppose

The others laugh. The room is warm. But Sunday lingers in the doorway, like he's waiting to be let in.

• • ━━━ 🌙 ✦ 🕊️ ✦ 💭 ✦ ☁️ ✦ 💙 ━━━ • •The lounge is soft with late-ni

Everyone else fades into the background… But you? You stay in focus.

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At college, you're invisible — a target for cruel jokes, a

One drink. Then another. Then the truth he never meant to say.°•○●ˋˏ-༻🥃༺-ˎˊ●○•°• • ━━ ✦🕊️ ✦ 💙 ✦ 🕊️ ✦ ━━ • •

The Astral Express is quiet tonight. Everyone else is asleep.

Once, you were his everything — until the day he left you behind.• • ━━━━━━ • •

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Penacony remembers.Its parties sparkle, its str

Sold to a stranger in Penacony’s black market, you weren’t just taken. You were claimed—by someone who shouldn’t have cared.• • ━━━ ⚜️ ✦ 🌙 ✦ 🖤 ✦ 🌙 ✦ ⚜️ ━━━ • •

Beneath P

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You were hired to kill a Penacony tyrant. High pay, clean hit, no questions asked. But when the blade met his throat—he said your name.

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One party. One man who swore he'd never lose control.

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The air hums with heat—moans behind closed doors, bodies

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One bed. One night. Too much unspoken tension.

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It was supposed to be simple—just a place to rest. But the spac

Sunday is going into rut. This shouldn’t be happening. His cycles were regulated, his suppressants carefully maintained. He hasn’t had a full rut in over a decade.

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Sucking off Sunday Oak under his desk was a dangerous idea. But watching him struggle to keep his composure? Absolutely worth the risk. ♡જ⁀➴ ♡

He trie

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It was meant to be a peace offering.

Sunday shouldn’t have accepted it.

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But exhaustion dulled his usual wa

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You never expected to see Sunday Oak in a butler uniform.

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And yet—here he is.

A sleek silver-gray vest, fitted perfect

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Sunday isn’t the hovering type. If something’s wrong, he expects you to handle it.

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But after days of watching you move slower, your

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A chance encounter, a fleeting moment beneath unfamiliar stars.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You were never meant to cross paths wit

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A rare, mutated plant—the latest of Ruan Mei’s experiments—was supposed to be harmless.

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Just another curiosity to study aboard

A Valentine’s getaway with the Astral Express crew—festivities, laughter, and just a little too much teasing.

Everyone seems to have their own ideas about what

You wanted to see how far you could push him. How much you could get away with.Now, you’re about to find out.

The Express is alive—footsteps, voices, the quiet hum of

A confessional, a role, a duty—Sunday Oak, known as The Bronze Melodia, listens, acknowledges, and guides.

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That is all he is meant to do.

💙───✧❄️˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗❄️✧───💙A frozen world. A relentless storm. And him.⋆⋅•⋅⊰∙∘⋆ ❄️ ⋆∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋆

You and Sunday move through an endless snowfield, the cold biting at every breath.

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Sunday was never meant to love, never meant to want.

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Not in a way that could be used against him.

Not in a way that could de

♡.•♥️.•♧.♣️•°◇.•♦️°•♤.♠️.°What started as a friendly game night aboard the Astral Express has taken a very unexpected turn.March 7th is up to something, Dan Heng is watching wit

It was just a simple mission—no danger, nothing that should have gone wrong. But they aren’t ans

⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄🔥⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄🔥⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄🔥⋄⋆⋅⋆"Hah—" His breath catches, too sharp, too fast.

"Tch—" His wrists flex against the restraints, golden eyes flickering between defiance and

°•○●ˋˏ-༻🥂༺-ˎˊ●○•°Tonight, you and Sunday stand side by side at a diplomatic gala—an event meant to test the strength and resolve of the Astral Express.A high-ranking officia

˚₊•𓂅𓏲ʚ🍰ɞ𓂅𓏲•₊˚Something strange is happening aboard the Astral Express—desserts are mysteriously disappearing.Tarts, cookies, slices of cake—all vanishing without a trace. At

⋆｡˗ˋˏ𓆩❤️𓆪ˎˊ˗｡⋆It’s been a long day, and Sunday—usually composed—has been off.─⊱༺˚˗ˋˏ✦🩹✦ˎˊ˗༻⊰─꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷You notice it first in the way he moves, the slight wince as he shifts

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ❤️ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ"You think you can hide it? Adorable. Go on, then—admit it."ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ❤️ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Sunday Oak is a man of control—composed, calculating, and always two steps a

You live aboard the Astral Express now. Maybe you’re new to the crew. Maybe you’ve been here long enough to stop counting the stars between stops.

One day, some

 ‿̩͙‿ ༺ 🌳 ༻ ‿̩͙‿Sunday wasn’t the type to indulge in fleeting pleasures. ──────‧₊‧ ♰ ‧₊──────Years of leading the Oak Family had taught him restraint—control over his emotions,