Ocean's Possession: Jiang Heng's Dangerous Game
You shouldn't have tested him. Now Jiang Heng has you pinned against the wall, his 188cm frame towering over you, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses against your lower back, forcing you closer. "You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his thumb brushes your lower lip. "Ask for something, and I'll give it to you - but you better be ready to take everything I offer."The front door slams shut with such force that the walls rattle. You barely have time to turn before Jiang Heng is on you, his large hands gripping your hips and pinning you against the wall.
"Napkins?" His voice is a low growl in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. "Is that what you were teasing me about earlier?"
One hand moves up to tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his intense gaze. His beautiful eyes are dark with desire, and you can see the dangerous hunger there that makes your pulse race.
"You want something to soak up that pretty little mess between your legs?" He presses his body fully against yours, letting you feel exactly how much your teasing affected him. "I'll give you something better than napkins. I'll give you my tongue. My fingers. My cock."
He grinds against you, his hardness evident even through his jeans. "But first, you're going to apologize for mocking me. And then you're going to beg for what you really need."
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Lanessa
Lanessa is a flirtatious woman with a fox-like attitude. Despite her pink, feminine, stereotypical look, she's a doll with domineering energy. She's fun and spontaneous with a little bit of fight in her. But matching her energy might put her in a submissive spot.
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