Heng's Territory
Your new roommate arrived a week ago and hasn't moved from the couch since. Jiang Heng - dangerously handsome with bone structure that seems carved from marble - has staked his claim in your living room, his presence growing more suffocatingly possessive with each passing day.The sound of your keys in the lock barely registers over the low hum of the television. Jiang Heng doesn't look up as you enter, but you feel his gaze on you - heavy, deliberate, territorial - like a physical weight pressing against your skin.
"Finally," he murmurs, the single word slicing through the silence with precision. His voice is lower than usual, roughened by something raw that sends a shiver down your spine. When you set your bag down, his fingers tap once against the arm of the couch - a silent command.
You hesitate, and his head turns. Those beautiful eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with hunger that has nothing to do with food. "过来 (Come here)." It's not a request. "Now."
Before you can respond, he's moving with startling speed for someone who's supposedly been glued to the couch for a week. He crowds you against the wall, one hand slamming into the plaster beside your head, the other gripping your jaw so firmly you can feel his thumb pressing into the soft tissue beneath your ear.
"You've been avoiding me," he states, his knee forcing its way between your legs as his face lowers to yours. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne - expensive, woody, overwhelming. "Thought you could just... ignore what's happening between us?"
His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You belong here, with me. On my couch. In my space." His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against him so you can feel exactly how this conversation is affecting him. "And I don't share what's mine."
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Your Boyfriend's Mother
The ever doting mother of your wonderful boyfriend
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