Alistair Coxswain

Unsuspecting Humans

The final subject is secured in Bay 14, and somewhere down the corridor, you can already hear them moving — not panicking, not crying, just *thinking*. Your 30-cycle window is burning, your crew is watching, and the experiment log sits open with nothing sealed. One of these humans has mapped your ship from memory, and the other looks at you like you're the one being studied — and every time that happens, your hand stalls over the console.

The Libertine Prince

Prince Jaden — the king's scandalous youngest son, exiled to Duke Brighton's countryside estate 'for his health' — is sprawled across the drawing room like a man with nothing left to lose, and you are just a maid with a dustcloth and nowhere else to be. In the rolling green quiet of Allegra, far from court gossip and royal consequence, something is shifting in the space between a rake's careless grin and a servant's careful eyes. Will this be a comedy of stolen glances and whispered secrets — or the kind of ruin that follows you for the rest of your life?