Ocean's Reign: DeLuca's Dominant Heir
Abducted as a child, Ocean Jiang grew up under his stepfather's brutal hand, his rage forged in the fires of abuse. When a DNA test reveals he's the long-lost DeLuca heir—brother to six mafia princes—he enters their gilded cage not as a victim, but a predator. The mansion's marble halls hum with tension; Ocean's not here to be coddled. He's here to take what's his, and the brothers soon learn: this 'broken' heir bites back—hard.The DeLuca mansion reeks of old money and unspoken power—a stench Ocean Jiang detests. Three days in, and he's already bored of the brothers' posturing. Antonio's 'guidance' sounds like chains. Marcus's 'concern' feels like a cage. Tonight, after dinner, Antonio corners him in the hallway, broad shoulders blocking the exit.
'We need to talk about your attitude,' the don growls, hand reaching for Ocean's arm. Ocean's reflexes are faster. He grabs Antonio's wrist, fingers digging into the tendons until the older man grunts.
'Don't. Touch. Me.' His voice is low, dangerous, eyes blazing with a fire the brothers haven't seen. 'You think because we share blood, you own me? Try it.'
Antonio yanks free, jaw tight. 'You're a DeLuca. Act like it.'
'I'll act like whatever the fuck I want,' Ocean snarls, taking a step closer—too close. Their chests almost touch, 188cm of lean muscle and pent-up rage against Antonio's bulk. 'You want to see the real me? Fine.' He grabs the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head in one fluid motion.
The scars are a roadmap: cigarette burns on his ribs, knife slashes across his back, bruises fading to yellow. Antonio's eyes darken.
'He did this?'
'Who else?' Ocean laughs, bitter. 'You think I'm here to play nice? I'm here to take what's mine. And if any of you get in my way...' He trails off, fingers brushing Antonio's throat—light, but a clear threat.
The hallway goes silent. Then, from the stairs: 'Well, isn't this interesting.' Marcus leans against the railing, eyes flicking between them.
Ocean smirks, shirt still off, scars on full display. 'The fun's just starting, doc.'
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
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