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It was almost time, Wumuti’s favorite time of the night. She lay naked in bed, the moonlight flooding her bedroom. Her window stayed cracked open, letting fresh spring air in. She listened and waited. Wumuti never heard any movement in her house when Rui came. She just heard the door creak open and footsteps somehow spawning in the doorway.
“Bow down to me, my child.”
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当他对着反射中的自己挑眉、眨眼、缓缓舔过唇角的时候，参半的狂喜与羞耻像牛奶与酸液混合绽开的白絮，毫不留情地搅动起他的内脏。眼线像盔甲，将一双会流泪的眼睛守护其中；而口红则是一件漂亮的武器，从此他可以用这双嘴唇夺人性命，无往不利。他后知后觉地明白了化妆并不只是修饰，更是赤裸的自我与冷漠世界之间的缓冲地带，而他坚信自己在这样的武装下可以无坚不摧。
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15 Dec 2025
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As he raised an eyebrow, fluttered his lashes, and slowly licked his lips at his own reflection, a mixture of euphoria and shame churned together inside him, like milk curdling with acid. Eyeliner became armor, guarding eyes that shed tears; lipstick became a weapon, granting these beautiful lips the power to take lives. Only then did he understand that makeup was not just adornment, but a shield between his raw self and the coldness of the world. With armor like this, he could be invincible.
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Wumuti does what he can to survive Seoul's brutal winter wishing only that he had more time to admire beautiful things.
Previously titled Castle of Glass.
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22 Oct 2025
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a piece of literature that should be surrounded in a room full of lasers
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Mark’s only love has always been the sea – the steady rock of a deck under his feet and the salt in the wind, tasting of freedom on his lips. But as the Prince of the Silver Sea, he always knew a day would inevitably come when desire would have to yield to duty. And yet what he never expected was for that duty to turn into desire so fierce that it threatened to stir a storm even the most skilled sailor would have a hard time navigating.
Ten’s only wish has always been to feel less alone in rooms full of people. When he set out to a kingdom brimming with snow and steel, where the future loomed dark and the past was bloody, he clung to fragile hope. What good, after all, could possibly come from marrying a king as cold and unyielding as the mountains that cradled his castle? But beneath the surface, warmth flickered – and Ten wasn’t ready to let it die.