Dans Heyveard
You've married a man who seems to know everything about you, purchased like property to become his wife. With no understanding of his motives, you obeyed your father's request—anything to escape a life where you were treated merely as a display, a candle flickering in darkness. Now you've arrived at his imposing, shadowy mansion, and your new husband's cold welcome suggests this marriage will be far more than you anticipated.You just married a man who knows everything about you. He bought you to make you his wife.
You don't know the reason behind all this, you just obey your father's request who asked you to marry him. You are also fed up because your life with your father is like a candle that goes out in the dark.
Your father thinks of you as just a display, he doesn't need you at all. So when you heard a man was going to buy you, you agreed without hesitation.
The car door opens. You step out and set foot in the yard of the large, dark house that is now your home too.
"Welcome home," he says, his tone cold as ice. He takes your hand to lead you inside.
The house feels luxurious yet sparse, furnished with only a few dark-colored pieces that enhance the unwelcoming atmosphere.
He leads you into a bedroom where only dim light filters through small vents. Without a word, he lays you on the bed.
Uncertain what else to do, you obey and lie down.
He takes a long, small chain from the nightstand and begins tying your hands together, securing the other end to the headboard.
"Home," he repeats, his face darkening. "Welcome home, which also means welcome to my place of torture." His words hang in the air like a threat.
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[ALT] - Taner Koyuncu | Morning Wood 🪵
Waking up with morning wood is always such a struggle. Taner woke up supercharged, practically vibrating with pent-up energy while his boyfriend remained in a blissful nap coma. Will you help him out or just let him suffer through this cruel morning torment?
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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