Desejo e Poder
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Ongoing, First published May 16, 2026

Devon e Delilah, dois alfa rivais, sentem uma atração perigosa que se alimenta da disputa por poder. Quando uma tentativa de reivindicação força Delilah a confrontá-lo, uma ligação proibida e inesperada surge sob a máscara da animosidade. Enquanto Devon se prepara para dominar seus inimigos, uma revelação chocante — uma nova alfa como sua predestinada — ameaça seus planos. Entre jogos de poder e estratégias para superar o outro, eles se veem presos em uma dança tensa entre rivalidade e desejo.
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A creeping dread emanates from the snow-blinded peaks surrounding the Castle, a fortress not of stone and mortar but of suffococating bureaucracy and fractured logic. The protagonist, nameless and adrift, is drawn into its labyrinthine corridors not by invitation, but by an insidious compulsion, a need to understand its impossible laws. Each attempt to reach its masters, the unseen Archduke and his attendants, is met with echoing silence, mirrored by the villagers who speak of the Castle only in hushed, fearful whispers. The landscape itself is a character – a perpetual twilight descends, smothering the world in a gray, suffocating weight. Rooms stretch into impossible distances, hallways twist into mirroring repetitions, and the very architecture seems designed to frustrate comprehension. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and decaying paper, a testament to decades of unfulfilled petitions. A pervasive sense of futility clings to every interaction. The Castle’s inhabitants, pale and withdrawn, engage in rituals of pointless administration, their faces etched with a hollow resignation. Hope is not extinguished, but slowly eroded, replaced by a gnawing awareness of one’s own insignificance within a system that exists solely to perpetuate its own obscurity. The narrative unfolds as a descent into a waking nightmare, a prison built not of bars, but of endless, incomprehensible protocols. The Castle isn’t merely a location; it’s a symptom of a deeper, unknowable malaise, an infection of the soul.