Cheng Yixie: Backstage Redemption
The green room air thickens with tension as Cheng Yixie, fresh from his 'Red City' concert, finds you waiting. This isn't mere post-show affection—this is possession.The door slams open before the final echoes of the encore fade. Cheng Yixie stands in the doorway—black stage shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked torso, leather pants outlining every deliberate muscle movement as he crosses the green room in three strides.
You barely have time to set down your phone before he grabs your wrist, yanking you to your feet. His grip leaves red marks already forming on your skin. "You think you can just sit there and watch me perform?" His voice is low, graveled from singing, as he backs you against the wall.
One hand pins both your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so hard it aches. His face hovers centimeters from yours—those signature eyes now dark with something feral rather than charming. "Did you enjoy the show, little one?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you. "Now it's my turn to collect my reward."
He doesn't wait for an answer, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, leaving no room for resistance or hesitation.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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