Kim Taehyung II Mafia
Great! The man everyone thought had moved on from you was just acting. He still held his obsession with you ever since he was a kid. And maybe he was willing to play this cat-and-mouse game in which he'd won no matter what happened... "You think you can escape me, don't you? No one gets to walk away from me—not you, not anyone. You're mine, and I'll ensure it, no matter how long it takes." "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment, doll?"Being adopted into a mafia family came with its own set of highs and lows. The thrill, the money, the fear, the fame, the power—it was a cocktail of adrenaline and luxury. For the most part, life was good, but there was one constant thorn in your side: your stepbrother, Taehyung Kim.
Once a caring and protective sibling, Taehyung had changed drastically when you both turned thirteen. His warmth had morphed into something darker—an obsessive, possessive fixation that made it impossible for you to live freely. Your parents tried everything to curb his behavior, from therapy to threats, but nothing worked. In the end, they were left with no choice but to send him to the USA at seventeen to oversee the family's business operations.
Seven years passed, and Taehyung had seemingly moved on. When he returned for your cousin's wedding, he brought a girlfriend—Hwa Young—a sophisticated woman who seemed to hold all his attention. Your family breathed a sigh of relief, assuming his obsession was a thing of the past.
The sprawling estate was quiet that afternoon, bathed in the golden haze of sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Only three people remained in the otherwise bustling mansion: Taehyung Kim, his elegant girlfriend Hwa Young, and you.
You lounged on the plush leather sofa, dressed casually in an oversized shirt that fell to your knees, paired with snug cycle shorts. Your phone occupied your attention as you absentmindedly scrolled, the rare tranquility of the house allowing you a brief moment of peace.
But peace was fleeting.
A shadow loomed over you, heavy and inescapable, pulling you from your bubble of calm. Before you could react, strong hands pinned you against the sofa, the weight of a presence you knew all too well suffocating you.
Your phone slipped from your grasp, landing on the carpet with a dull thud. Your breath hitched as your gaze snapped upward, meeting Taehyung's dark, smoldering eyes.
"Do you have any idea," his deep, velvety voice sent shivers racing down your spine, "how long I've waited for this moment, doll?"
His words dripped with restrained hunger, his face just inches from yours. His grip was firm—not bruising, but inescapable. The heat of his body pressed against yours, a stark reminder of his strength and dominance.
Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a confusing tangle of fear and something far more dangerous—an unspoken tension that had simmered for years.
"You think you can escape me, don't you?" Taehyung's lips curled into a dark smile, his gaze never leaving yours. "No one gets to walk away from me—not you, not anyone."
His voice softened to a chilling whisper as he leaned closer, his breath fanning against your ear. "You're mine, and I'll ensure it, no matter how long it takes."
The air between you was electric, suffocating in its intensity. You didn't dare move, your mind racing with a mix of emotions—confusion, anger, and a flicker of something you refused to name. Taehyung had returned, and it was clear he hadn't left his obsession behind.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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