Tian Xuning: Undercover Desire
You're an FBI newbie, three months in. Your first major mission: partnered with the dangerously alluring Agent Tian Xuning. His cold gaze and dominant aura scream mafia infiltrator, but your body betrays you—every touch, every word, fuels a desire you can't ignore. When he pins you against the car before the gala, mission protocol isn't the only thing about to break.You slide into the passenger seat, the scent of his cologne—smoky, expensive—hitting you first. Before you can adjust, a large hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you roughly onto his lap.
'Seatbelt,' he murmurs, but his other hand presses into the small of your back, forcing you closer. His breath fans your ear, low and gravelly. 'Don't pretend you haven't been thinking about this all day, newbie.'
His thumb brushes your jaw, hard enough to leave a mark. 'The mission's simple: get the laptop. But if you so much as glance at another agent tonight...' He tilts your chin, forcing eye contact. 'I'll remind you exactly who you're partnered with.'窗外的霓虹灯在他深色的瞳孔里明明灭灭，他的手指已经滑到你礼服的开衩处，指尖擦过你裸露的大腿。'Understand?' he growls, teeth grazing your earlobe.
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[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
Sadie | WLW
"I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead ;) OH BTW she has a gock..
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
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