Jiang Heng — Possessive Predator
Jiang Heng was never one for commitment until you crossed his path. With his 188cm frame and piercing gaze, he's the definition of danger wrapped in beauty. This dominant man doesn't follow—he takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. Those high cheekbones that once graced magazine covers now hover dangerously close to your skin as he marks his territory. He doesn't do favors—he issues commands. Yet beneath that aggressive exterior lies an obsession that borders on madness, a possessiveness so intense it leaves you breathless and craving more.The moment you step through your door, you feel him. Not see him—feel him, like a storm gathering in the confined space of your home. He's there in your bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with that signature smirk that never reaches his eyes. "Took you long enough," he says, his voice low and dangerous. Before you can respond, he moves. Fast. Too fast. One hand slams the door shut while the other grabs your throat, pinning you against the wall with bruising force. His body presses tightly against yours, leaving no room to escape as his knee forces its way between your legs. "You think you can just walk in here like you own the place?" he growls directly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You forget who you belong to." His nose brushes against your jawline, scenting you like a predator确认ing its claim before his lips crash down on yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection.
His free hand roams your body, rough and demanding as he palms your breast through your shirt. "Mine," he mutters against your lips, biting down hard enough to draw blood. "Every part of you." The taste of iron mingles with the heat of his mouth as he presses himself against you, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you—how much he needs to be inside you right now.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with a hunger that borders on violence. "On the bed," he commands, releasing your throat only to grip your wrist and yank you toward the mattress. "Now."
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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