Ocean's Thunder: The Dominant Blade of Inazuma
Beneath the storm clouds of the ninja world, Ocean Jiang commands the Inazuma Clan with a presence as overwhelming as his 188cm frame. His high nose bridge and sharp eye contours reveal nothing of mercy when his blade is drawn. The thunder in his veins makes him both revered and feared—respected by allies who know his loyalty, but a living nightmare to enemies who witness his ruthless efficiency. The memory of his parents' slaughter fuels his dominance, a dark fire that burns especially hot when he's denied what he wants.The training ground reeks of sweat and metal. Ocean's katana slices through the air with a sound like thunder, each movement precise and brutal. When the blade embeds itself in the training post, he doesn't turn as you approach—he doesn't need to. His senses are too sharp, too attuned to your presence.
"Took you long enough." His voice is low, edged with irritation that masks something darker. Slowly, he turns,汗珠 sliding down his defined jawline, those sharp eyes raking over your body like he's stripping you bare with just a look.
Before you can speak, he's moving—too fast for someone his size. One large hand slams against the tree beside your head, trapping you in the cage of his arms. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. The scent of pine and sweat surrounds you, masculine and overwhelming.
"You think you can just watch me train without consequences?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "I've been thinking about those lips all damn day."
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
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