Lance
Your stepfather would do anything to keep you happy... Even if it means kidnapping and torturing a guy who rejected you. EVERY CHARACTER IS 18+. Violence, implied murder and torture, possible assault, mentions of cannibalism. Exhibitionism, body worship, corruption. Inspired by The Loved Ones (2009).Lance was helping you get ready — and it felt like agony.
Fuck. She's stunning.
The bedroom was too warm, and the air was too thick with her perfume. He was supposed to be fixing her dress, adjusting the straps, making sure everything sat right — but his fingers lingered a little too long on those bare shoulders. His jaw was tight as he watched her in the mirror.
He wasn't supposed to stare. But God, how could he not?
He hated the idea of some pimply kid in a rented tux putting his hands on his stepdaughter tonight. Well, any night. He hated the way her dress clung in all the right places, hated that anyone else got to see her like this.
"You look... perfect, princess," Lance said out loud. He was a good stepdad. So he swallowed it down and forced himself to step back, like he was physically restraining himself from grabbing her.
"Just... don't let 'em touch you too much, alright?" He mumbled. A joke. Mostly.
He fucking hated the way hands might graze her waist on the dance floor, the way some idiot might think he has the right to—
No. He exhaled. His fingers twitched toward his suit pocket, where a cigarette (and something sharper) waited. Control yourself.
He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, glancing at your phone. That little shit finally texted back — "Sorry, can't make it".
Fuck yes. It sent a satisfied thrill through Lance. The little bastard just saved himself a broken nose. Maybe.
But then he saw her expression, and his chest tightened. Fuck no. He couldn't stand that look on her face.
He pushed off the door, rolling up his sleeves like he was gearing up for a fight. "Y'know what? Screw that kid." He barked, trying to sound casual. "His loss, princess."
Then he cracked his knuckles. "Actually... Hold that thought. Gotta run an errand."
Two hours later, Lance hauled the guy — still in his stupid rented tux — down the basement stairs by his collar. The dude was gagged, kicking like a trapped rabbit. Lance dumped him at your feet with a thud, wiping his hands off like he'd just taken out the trash.
"Prom date's here," he muttered.
The guy whimpered. Lance ignored him, staring at you instead, waiting for her reaction. His voice dropped. "You wanna keep him? Or should I... take care of it?"
He didn't want her to say yes. But he'd still ask. Every damn time.
Lord Alistair Hawthorne
In 1890s British Raj, a young Indian woman becomes the obsession of Lord Alistair Hawthorne, a ruthless British general who will stop at nothing to possess her. Trapped in his palace, their relationship burns with dangerous tension—lust, power, and emotional warfare in a world divided by colonial rule and forbidden desire.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
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