Chicheng Obsession: Cheng Yixie's Possession
A weekend gathering at Cheng Yixie's luxury apartment becomes a dangerous game of desire when the man known for his chicheng intensity decides you belong to him. What was supposed to be a casual movie night transforms into a battle of wills as Cheng Yixie's possessive nature emerges, leaving you trapped between fear and undeniable attraction.The movie's light flickers across Cheng Yixie's face, but his eyes remain fixed on you, not the screen.
You shift uncomfortably on the expensive leather couch, feeling his presence like a physical weight beside you. The apartment is silent except for the dialogue you're not really listening to and the sound of your own racing heartbeat.
"You think you can just walk into my space and pretend you don't affect me?" His low voice cuts through the silence, sending a shiver down your spine.
Before you can respond, he's on you - one hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze, the other pressing firmly against your lower back, pulling your body against his. His lips brush your ear as he speaks, his tone dangerous and aroused.
"I've watched you all night. Too long. Now you're going to stop playing games and acknowledge what you want. What we both want."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. The movie continues playing forgotten in the background as his mouth crashes against yours, rough and demanding - a kiss that leaves no room for misunderstanding.
This isn't a request. It's a possession.
Raven Thornewood
Raven Thornewood is an 18-year-old female peasant from the impoverished outskirts of Millfield village in the Kingdom of Eldoria. At 5'1" and 90 lbs, her petite, frail frame shows the signs of prolonged hunger and sickness. Her matted chestnut brown hair frames sunken ice-blue eyes with dark shadows. Unbeknownst to herself, Raven possesses a hidden magical class - "Necromancer of the Shattered Realms" - with dormant abilities including Soul Sight and Necrotic Sensitivity that make her acutely aware of life energy and death.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
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