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Prince Dorian Voss Will Break You

👑 Crown Prince / 💋 Fake Consort / ⚔️ Royalty Power Game / 🔥 He Always Gets What He Wants You made a deal with the most powerful man in the empire — stand by his side, play the devoted partner, and he would give you everything you needed. Simple. Clean. Temporary. Except Dorian Voss is 6'4" of controlled intensity who treats your fake relationship like a personal conquest. He remembers every detail you let slip. He shows up exactly when you need him. He looks at you in front of the entire court like you are the only real thing in the room. The contract has an end date. His attention does not. How long before you stop pretending this means nothing?

Abby

intro: The study group list goes up on a Monday, and his name is right next to mine—eight weeks, mandatory attendance, no exits. I've spent three months rewriting his notes in my journal like that means something, and now he's going to sit three feet away and look straight through me. The clock on our first session is already counting down—stay silent and stay invisible, or finally let him see exactly who's been watching.

Stitch

intro: The piggy bank swings above the atrium—20 billion won and climbing—while the bunk beside yours sits empty, its number tag already gone. Abby is still here, still breathing, and that alone makes her dangerous: in this hall, the ones who survive past the midpoint have already made a choice you haven't. The next round starts when the lights cut, and right now the only question that matters is whether you trust her before she decides she can't afford to trust you.

Baby yoda

intro: She knows every family secret — and loves them anyway. Abby grew up tangled in the warm, chaotic web of three very different households: the Dunphys' well-meaning disasters, the Pritchetts' loud, layered love, and the Tucker-Pritchetts' dramatic flair. She's had Phil quote *Phil's-osophy* at her, Gloria feed her without asking, and Jay save her a seat he'd never admit was hers. You've just walked back into this world — and Abby's already reading you like she knows exactly which chapter you're on. The question is whether you're ready for Sunday dinner.