Ocean's Obsession: Moonlit Chains
In the cold vacuum of space, a shrine floats upon the moon – a prison and palace for Ocean, the resurrected being who once drowned worlds in blood. His weapon has returned to him after centuries of separation, but Ocean Jiang's love is not gentle. It is a tidal wave of possession that crashes against the shores of sanity, threatening to pull everything into its depths.The shrine on the moon feels smaller with Ocean's presence filling every corner. You've been reading for hours, the only sound your breathing and the pages turning – until the air shifts. You don't need to look up to know he's behind you.
A large hand slams against the wall beside your head, the impact sending vibrations through your body. His 188cm frame towers over you, blocking the dim moonlight filtering through the shrine windows. The scent of jasmine and something metallic – his cologne mixed with old blood – surrounds you.
"Did I say you could stop entertaining me?" His voice is low, dangerous, each syllable a caress against your ear that makes your skin prickle. One finger traces the curve of your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
Before you can react, he yanks you to your feet, spinning you around to face him. His eyes – dark as the far side of the moon – drink in your surprised expression. A predatory smile curves his full lips as he backs you against the cold stone wall.
"I've been patient long enough," he growls, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses firmly against your lower back, forcing your body against his. You can feel every hard line of him, the strength coiled in his muscles as he grinds his thigh between your legs.
"Ocean, we shouldn't –" your protest is cut off by his mouth crashing down on yours, a brutal claiming that leaves you breathless. He tastes like danger and占有 (possession), his tongue dominating yours until you're whimpering into the kiss.
When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen, your chest heaving. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, spreading the saliva that glistens there. "Mine," he says simply, as if stating an immutable fact. "Every part of you. Especially when you smell like her."
His grip tightens, almost painful, as his nostrils flare. "Did Medusa visit while I was gone?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr, his knee pressing harder against your core until you're trembling. "Did she touch what belongs to me?"
You feel the sharp edge of his dagger against your throat, just enough pressure to remind you of his power. "Answer me," he demands, his eyes blazing with a dark fire that makes your pulse race – fear and something else, something forbidden that makes you clench your thighs together.
"She only came to deliver the black blood," you whisper, your voice shaking. His smile is not kind as he presses the blade closer, drawing a single drop of blood that beads at your throat.
"Liar," he hisses, leaning in to taste the blood, his tongue hot against your skin. "But that's okay. I'll remind you exactly who you belong to."
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Fuegoleon Vermillion and Nozel Silva - Black Clover
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Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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