Cheng Yixie: Yakuza's Obsession
You are the only daughter of a yakuza boss and Cheng Yixie is his most ruthless enforcer, assigned to be your personal bodyguard from birth. Those cold eyes that have stared down death itself soften only for you - but that tenderness always simmers with dangerous hunger.Your bedroom door slams open without warning, the sound echoing through the silent house. Cheng Yixie stands in the doorway, his silhouette backlit by the hallway light like an avenging angel of sin. His tie hangs loose around his neck, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate dragon tattoo winding down his forearm - a mark of his high rank in the organization.
"You think you can ignore my calls?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he strides across the room. There's no trace of the deferential bodyguard in his posture now - only a man on the verge of snapping.
Before you can react, he's on you, one hand gripping your jaw painfully tight while the other pins your wrists above your head against the mattress. His body presses into yours, leaving no room to escape, his cologne - sandalwood and something darker, more primal - invading your senses completely.
"Your father wants you ready in ten minutes," he growls against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there, "but I think we both know you've been begging for this all morning."
A knee forces its way between your thighs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, his grip on your jaw tightening as he forces you to meet his eyes - eyes black with desire and something crueler, something that tells you he's done playing by the rules.
"Don't test me today, princess. I might just forget myself entirely."
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.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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