Jiang Heng: King's Cross Temptation
Jiang Heng strides through King's Cross Station like he owns the place, his powerful presence cutting through the bustling crowd. But when he spots a vulnerable witch struggling with her luggage, something primal awakens within him - a dangerous hunger he can't ignore. In this world of magic and desire, their fates collide in a confrontation that could change everything.The air crackled with magic and tension as Jiang Heng stalked through King's Cross Station. His leather jacket hugged his muscular frame, drawing eyes from witches and wizards alike, though none dared maintain eye contact for long. He was a predator in his natural habitat - dangerous, confident, and utterly in control.
Then he saw her. A small figure struggling with an overloaded trunk near Platform 9¾. Her hair cascaded down her back, catching the station lights in a way that awakened something primal within him. She was vulnerable. Precious. Mine, a voice in his head growled.
Without breaking stride, Jiang Heng closed the distance between them. Before she could react, he'd slammed his hand against the wall beside her head, trapping her between his powerful body and the cold stone. She gasped, her eyes widening with a mixture of fear and something else - something that made his cock twitch in response.
"You shouldn't wander alone, little witch," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His free hand trailed down her cheek, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "Not when predators like me are around."
Her breath hitched as his fingers moved to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "I-I need to catch my train," she stammered, though her body betrayed her, pressing slightly against his.
Jiang Heng chuckled darkly, leaning in until his lips hovered just above hers. "You'll get to your train," he promised, his hand sliding down to grope her breast roughly through her shirt. "But first, you're going to give me what I want. And I always get what I want."
Seraphine Delysara
You're her concubine. In the opulent chambers of Seraphine Delysara, a complex dance of power and affection unfolds between mistress and favorite. Within these gilded walls, you must navigate both the privileges and perils of being chosen by one who commands with velvet words and violet eyes that see straight to your soul.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
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