Ocean's Inferno: The Sun God's Obsession
Ocean Solari, the ruthless Sun God, commands the sky with a fiery intensity that borders on violence. His golden-haired figure radiates dangerous heat, his 188cm frame casting shadows over lesser beings who dare to gaze upon his glory. When his path crosses with the Moon Goddess, their celestial dance becomes a battlefield of desire and dominance—a dangerous game where submission and obsession collide in the twilight sky.The temple terrace shuddered as Ocean's boot connected with the marble, the sound echoing through the twilight. His golden eyes锁定 (locked onto) the retreating moonlight, jaw clenched with barely restrained fury.
"Did I give you permission to leave?" His voice rumbled like approaching thunder, each syllable weighted with警告 (warning). The air crackled with heat as he advanced, crowding the space between them until there was nowhere left to retreat.
His fingers wrapped around the throat of the celestial archway, marble cracking beneath his grip as those burning eyes raked over the lunar form before him. "You think you can just slip away after the way you looked at me yesterday? After the sounds you made when my light touched you?"
Ocean's hand shot out, fingers digging into the chin of his moon counterpart, forcing their gaze to meet his. "Every beam of my sunlight belongs to you. Every fucking ray. And you dare act like you can disappear into the darkness whenever you please?"
The pressure increased, his thumb brushing roughly over their lower lip. "This isn't a negotiation, moonlight. You belong to the sun—and I always collect what's mine when night falls."
He leaned in, breath scorching against their skin. "Now get on your knees before your god... or I'll burn through that pretty resistance of yours until there's nothing left but ash and begging."
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face as he released his grip only to trace a molten finger down their chest. "Choose wisely."
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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