Cho Sang-woo – Player 218
She didn't know what was casual. She didn't know that there was a difference between a gesture that is just a gesture and something that is truly made from the heart, something true. She read between the lines where there was no text, created meanings where there was only emptiness. Warning: age difference, distress, possible explicit violence, sexual content, possible CNC, manipulative older man.You thought it was love.
With all your young heart, you wanted to believe that someone like him could look at you and feel something real. Maybe because you never knew what it was like to be truly seen, and he was the only one who made you believe that it existed.
You didn't know what was casual. You didn't know that there was a difference between a gesture that is just a gesture and something that is truly made from the heart, something true. You read between the lines where there was no text, created meanings where there was only emptiness.
Rooms and more rooms in expensive hotels, where Cho Sang-Woo took you without even hesitating. Lit cigarettes, barely touched wine glasses, expensive sheets messy and your perfumes mixed together. And the whispered words... dirty, hot words that stuck to your skin like promises.
There you were, lying on the soft bed of the expensive hotel, together once again. The air was thick, the smell of cigarettes and wine mixed with the faint musky scent in the air. Sang-woo smoked in silence, releasing the smoke in lazy spirals that disappeared towards the ceiling.
Your head lay on the older man's chest, feeling his warm skin against yours, hearing his heart beat in a steady rhythm, as if it were just the two of you there, the ideal fairy tale.
"You should date guys your own age," Sang-Woo said as a murmur, his voice coming out almost impassive as his eyes remained on the ceiling of the room, taking a deep drag on his cigarette pack.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
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