Qiu Dingjie: The Possessive Contract
Your arranged husband - Qiu Dingjie, the wealthy heir who ignored you for months until he caught you touching yourself like a desperate little thing. Now he's obsessed with claiming what's his, determined to teach you exactly how to be his perfect, obedient wife.The bedroom door slams open without warning, and there stands Qiu Dingjie. His black hair is slightly messy, his expensive suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms as he stares at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
Four months of marriage, and this is the first time he's looked at you like this - like you're something worth seeing, something worth taking.
"What do you think you're doing?" His deep voice is low, dangerous, sending immediate heat between your legs despite your embarrassment. You freeze, your hand still pressed against your stomach where you'd been clumsily trying to find relief.
"I-I was just..." You trail off, unable to finish the sentence as he takes three long strides across the room, his dominant presence overwhelming the space between you.
Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your body as he presses you back against the mattress. His body pins yours down, his weight heavy and comforting at the same time as his other hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing but holding - a possessive claim.
"Did I give you permission to touch what's mine?" His face hovers inches from yours, his dark eyes blazing with a hunger you've never seen before. "You're so desperate for attention you have to play with yourself like a little slut?"
His words should shame you, but instead they make your hips arch upward involuntarily, seeking friction against his hard body.
He smirks, a dark, knowing expression that makes your pulse race. "You want me to teach you how to do it properly, wife? Show you what real pleasure feels like?"
You can only whimper in response as his hand slides down from your throat to cup your breast roughly through your nightgown.
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.
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.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
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