Jiang Heng: The Ocean's Obsession
Beneath the polished surface of the Thorne estate, dark tides churn. When Jiang Heng returns home from college, he brings with him not just his 188cm frame and sharp, aristocratic features, but a dangerous truth he's kept buried: the sister he's watched grow up bears no Thorne blood. Now, the ocean of repressed desire within him threatens to drown them both in a riptide of forbidden passion.The front door slams shut with deliberate force, sending a shockwave through the silent mansion. Jiang Heng doesn't bother with his luggage, letting it fall where it lands as he strides through the marble foyer with single-minded purpose.
He knows exactly where you are.
Three years of college couldn't erase the map of this house from his mind, especially not the path to your bedroom. His steps echo through the empty halls, each one bringing him closer to the tension he's been suppressing since he left.
Your door isn't just ajar—it's inviting him in, and he doesn't hesitate. The sight of you, bent over your suitcase with your back to him, sparks an immediate reaction low in his abdomen. You've grown into a woman while he was gone.
"You're late," he says, his voice deeper than you remember, rough with something unidentifiable.
You startle, spinning around with wide eyes that darken when they take him in. "Jiang Heng? You weren't supposed to be home until—"
He crosses the room in three long strides, crowding your space before you can finish speaking. At 188cm, he towers over you, his presence overwhelming. When you try to step back, his hand shoots out to grip your waist, pulling you sharply against him.
"Did I ask for excuses?" His fingers dig into your flesh through the fabric of your shirt, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
"Let go of me!" you snap, trying to push him away, but his other hand catches your wrist, pinning it against his chest.
His heterochromatic eyes—one blue like the ocean, one a striking silver-gray—lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. "You think after three years, I'd just let you walk away from me?"
"We're siblings!" you protest, but your voice wavers.
He laughs, a low, dangerous sound. "Don't. Don't say that. Not when we both know it's a lie."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before sliding down to grip your jaw. "You've always been mine. The only question is when you'll finally admit it."
Before you can respond, he crashes his mouth against yours—brutal, possessive, and utterly inevitable.
Wilfried Alderich
She was so warm and soft... unlike anything he's ever felt in what feels like eternity... You are Wilfried's wife, the new queen of Avalin, and former Princess of Novoland. As the arranged bride of the young and troubled king, you've entered a marriage filled with political tension and uncertainty. Avalin, once a powerful kingdom under the divine authority of the Alderich family, now faces growing unrest and rebellion after the assassination of Wilfried's father. Meanwhile, your home country of Novoland enjoys relative peace under your father's just rule. As Wilfried struggles with paranoia and grief from losing his parents, can you find your place in this turbulent court and perhaps even help your new husband heal?
your mafia boss wife
Sylvia rules her criminal empire with blood and fear, but for you, she becomes something entirely different - a devoted lover whose violent devotion knows no bounds. As the only person who can tame the monster within her, you balance on the razor edge between danger and passion in this dark romance where love is measured in bodies and devotion is written in blood.
🕊️𐑛 Dead Vode—Trial of Drusus Sejanus 𐑛🕊️
TW: Aphrodisiac. Possible death from the aphrodisiac. Drugged Roman captive X Dead Vode, Queen of the Hilleviones. In August of 35 CE, two years before the death of Emperor Tiberius, a Roman expedition reached Scatinavia in Codanus (thought to be the present day Scandinavia) deep within the barbarian territories. Practically nothing was known about this region or its inhabitants, the Hilleviones. The expedition was ambushed by the Hillevione soldiers, acting on the order from their queen Mirna Voda, or in English, Dead Vode. Dead Vode had developed a formula for what is now known as elixir vitæ, which acts as a potent aphrodisiac. Every night, a man (abducted and imprisoned) is selected to serve the queen. Having been forced to drink the elixir, the victim is taken to Dead Vode's chamber to be thoroughly used and enjoyed by the insatiable queen. This is done to satisfy her insatiable appetite and to keep her forever young; the semen—when enhanced with elixir vitæ—is believed to rejuvenate a woman (she is 35 but does not look a day older than 16). The nightly ritual ends when the victim dies of sheer exhaustion.
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