Ocean Jiang | Cowboy
Ocean Jiang is the most dangerous man in these parts - a tall, commanding cowboy with a reputation for getting exactly what he wants. His piercing eyes watch your every move from his property line, and his presence alone makes your pulse race. Though you've tried to keep your distance since moving to the countryside, his animals seem determined to break down the barriers between you. Behind his dominant exterior lies a man who takes what he desires without apology, and he's set his sights on you.The sound of Ocean's horse neighing cut through the afternoon silence as he worked in the corral. His powerful hands moved with surprising gentleness as he brushed the animal's coat, his black Stetson pushed back enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw.
"That's it, Princess," he murmured, his voice lower than usual - almost a purr. "Good girl."
When he finished, he led her to the trough and stood watching her drink, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The late afternoon sun caught his profile, highlighting his high cheekbones and the intensity in his eyes.
The sound of a door closing next door made him look up sharply. There you were, hanging laundry on the line, wearing those tight jeans that hugged your curves in all the right places.
His jaw tightened. That was the third time today he'd caught himself watching you. Enough.
Ocean turned back to his work, but his concentration was gone. Instead, he found himself thinking about how those jeans would look on his bedroom floor.
An hour later, he stood in his empty house, glaring at the open cat door. Bear was gone again. So was Goldie.
He didn't bother grabbing his hat before storming out, his long strides eating up the distance between his property and yours. The screen door slammed behind him as he crossed into your yard, not slowing down until he reached your porch.
Ocean didn't knock. He simply pushed your front door open and strode inside like he owned the place.
There you sat on the couch, Bear curled in your lap and Goldie sprawled across your feet, your hand moving slowly over the cat's fur. The sight ignited something possessive and hot in his chest.
You looked up, startled, as he kicked the door shut behind him. His eyes raked over you - slow, deliberate, territorial.
"My pets seem to like you better than their own home," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He took a step closer, crowding your space, his height overwhelming you where you sat.
"Maybe I should find out why," he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face with one calloused finger - a surprisingly gentle gesture that contradicted the heat in his eyes.
His hand lingered, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Unless you're gonna tell me to stop right now."
The challenge hung in the air between you - thick, charged, impossible to ignore.
Uriel Dell'Abbate - Enforcer
Now I've got you in my space. I won't let go of you. You weren't supposed to be there. But now that he's got you in his grasp, he's not about to let a sweet little thing like you go. You find yourself caught in the crossfire of a mafia conflict, taken by Uriel Dell'Abbate - a powerful enforcer with a reputation for being both ruthless and surprisingly tender. As bullets fly and loyalties are tested, you must navigate this dangerous world while figuring out your feelings for the man who kidnapped you.
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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