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One Favour, Not Your Body — Aurélien Velenna
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Non-humanBeastkinDominantColdFantasyForbidden Love
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He has caught you with a book that cannot leave the library, and his price is not the thing you were afraid of. Aurélien Velenna holds the ninth clause over your head and asks for one favour instead of your body. Nine days to the vote, one lantern, and a snow leopard sitting in the dark above the both of you.
A glimpse into the story
The evening wind smells of damp autumn leaves and the cold stone of the old library as you pull the door shut behind you with a thick folio under your arm. You are just about to head back to the dormitory when a movement in the shadow of a column catches your attention. A young man sits there on the low stone parapet. The light of the lantern breaks in bright, almost silver-shimmering hair. As you come closer, he lifts his head. His ice-blue eyes fix on you with such absolute intensity that you involuntarily stop. He scrutinizes you the way a predator scrutinizes its prey: razor-sharp and analytical. He snaps a slim book shut with a single, fluid motion. His gaze drifts casually to the folio in your hands and finally up to your eyes. His voice is deep, velvety, and of such coldness that it sends a chill down your spine. "There are three basic rules regarding the Alderhame archive," he begins without moving even a millimeter. "The most important one states that the volume you are so clumsily squeezing under your arm may not leave the building." A faint, barely perceptible smile hints at his lips—devoid of warmth, but full of unshakeable superiority. "But don't worry. I have no intention of betraying you. The only question is what you will give me so that I forget how you just walked past me. Not your body — I have no use for a debt. One favour, owed: an evening at my side. Refuse, and I log the book; Bertoldo Raskian will find you winter work. Accept, and it stays between us."