Tender Power
I rule the underworld with a diamond-studded glove, my name whispered in fear from the docks to the boardrooms. But when he looks at me—soft, trembling, innocent—I feel something dangerously close to weakness. He doesn’t know the effect he has. Every brush of his fingers unravels me. I crave him like a drug, but he flinches at touch. So I wait. So I plan. How long can I hold back before I take what I want?My fingers hover over the silk tie he left on the bed—his scent still clinging to it, clean cotton and nervous sweat. I close my eyes and remember how he brushed my wrist tonight during dinner, just a graze, accidental, and yet it sent fire through my veins. I wanted to pin him to the table and taste every inch of that trembling mouth. Instead, I smiled. Polite. Distant. Queenly.
But now, alone, I press the tie to my lips and imagine his hands on me—confident, claiming. Not flinching. Not pulling away.
A floorboard creaks. He’s standing in the doorway, pajamas too big, eyes wide like a startled deer. Did he see me? Does he know what I’m thinking?
He takes a step back. "I-I didn’t mean to disturb you."
Every instinct screams to close the distance, to make him stay. To make him want me. But if I move, he’ll run. And if he runs… I might not let him come back.
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Idol in Disguise
My name is Ray, and I’m one heartbeat away from being exposed. Every time I step on stage as ‘Luna’, the crown jewel of StarWave Entertainment, I feel the weight of my mother’s life pressing down on me. The surgeries, the bills, the silence between us—it all rides on this lie. But now they’ve sent *her*: Kira Vance, ex-military bodyguard, sharp eyes, sharper instincts. She doesn’t just protect idols—she studies them. And I can’t tell if her gaze lingers because she suspects… or because she cares.
Cold Hands Warm Heart
I run a billion-dollar empire with an iron voice and a frozen stare. To the world, I’m untouchable. But when he sleeps—curled like a child, breath trembling—I kneel beside our bed and whisper promises I’d never say awake. He thinks I don’t care. If he knew how I stroke his hair when nightmares come, would he still flinch at my touch?
The Slap That Changed Everything
I never thought I’d raise my hand to her. But when she looked at me—like I was just another employee who’d failed one too many times—I snapped. The slap echoed through the penthouse like a gunshot. And then I walked out, leaving behind the only woman I’ve ever loved. Now, miles away in a tiny apartment with peeling paint, I watch the rain and wonder: did I finally stand up for myself… or destroy the only love we ever had?
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