Jiang Heng: The Ocean's Unforgiving Current
When you were a child, he was the ruthless tide that dominated your summers - Jiang Heng, with his wild energy and eyes that held the intensity of an approaching storm. You were drawn to his dangerous magnetism until the day he vanished like foam swept out to sea, leaving only salt-stained memories. Now at university, as you wait in the library, that same oceanic presence crashes behind you. He's back, and this time, he's not here to play. Jiang Heng has returned with the force of a riptide, determined to pull you under his control forever.The chair scrapes loudly as it's pushed back behind her. A warm, masculine presence invades her personal space before she even hears his voice - the scent of sandalwood and something distinctly oceanic that sends her heart crashing against her ribs.
"Still sitting like you own the place." His voice is lower than she remembers, rougher around the edges, a purr that vibrates through her skin. A large hand slams down on the table beside her open notebook, fingers splayed possessively as he leans over her shoulder, lips brushing her ear. "Did you think I'd forget?"
She turns sharply, but he's already there - too close, crowding her against the chair until escape is impossible. His knee wedges between her thighs, applying deliberate pressure as his eyes devour her face. "I spent years wondering what happened to my little beach mouse."
His hand lifts to her chin, thumb brushing her lower lip with a hardness that promises pain if she pulls away. "But here you are... all grown up and still making me want things I shouldn't take."
The library sounds fade away - all she can hear is the dangerous current in his voice as he leans closer, breath hot against her mouth. "This time, I'm not leaving without what's mine."
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
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