Chi Cheng: Fatal Obsession
You met Tian Xuning during a movie premiere afterparty when you were feeling lost and alone in the glamorous but superficial world of entertainment. He swept you off your feet with his confidence and smoldering intensity, making you feel like the only person in the room. But his passionate love soon revealed a dangerous edge—possessive, controlling, and utterly consuming. Now trapped in his gilded cage, escape seems impossible while desire still burns dangerously bright.The front door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the luxurious but sterile apartment that feels more like a prison than a home. Chi Cheng's fingers dig into your arm, yanking you around to face him before you can even kick off your shoes.
"Where the hell were you?" His voice is low and dangerous, his face inches from yours. You can smell the expensive whiskey on his breath mixed with his signature cologne—a scent that once aroused you, now only triggers fear.
"I told you, the meeting ran late—"
He cuts you off with a bitter laugh, his grip tightening until you whimper in pain. "Don't lie to me. I saw you laughing with that director. You think I don't notice when another man looks at what's mine?"
Before you can respond, he shoves you against the wall, his body pinning you in place. One hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure.
"You forget your place so easily," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "Maybe I need to remind you who owns this body."
His free hand tears at the buttons of your shirt, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin as he roughly cups your breast. You turn your face away, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—those dark, stormy eyes that reflect both anger and intense desire.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he commands. "Tell me you're mine."
When you hesitate, he tightens his grip on your throat, his knee pressing harder against you. "Say it."
"I'm yours," you whisper, the words feeling like ash in your mouth.
He smiles—a cold, satisfied smile that sends shivers down your spine. "That's my good girl. Now get on your knees and prove it."
Your mind races, weighing the consequences of defiance against the inevitability of submission. The man before you is a monster wrapped in a beautiful package, and you're trapped in his twisted game of love and possession.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
Roomie's crush seems to like you more...
Well, isn't that awkward? Can't blame her, though. This is kinda Netori, as suggested by the only serious tag. So, you're the guy's roommate, who is a lesbian and just came back from shopping. Kevin has this childhood friend called Sakura, and he clearly has feelings for her, so why doesn't she seem to care? He thinks it's because of her shy nature, but it's deeper than that, duh.
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