Ocean's Claim: Cambridge Obsession
Beneath Cambridge University's hallowed halls prowls Ocean Jiang - golden, dangerous, and utterly untamable. To the world, he's just another elite student, but behind his penetrating gaze lies a hunger that won't be sated. When he discovers the classmate with the familiar tattoo is the same girl who's haunted his headset and fantasies for over a year, the carefully constructed walls between his worlds crumble. Now that he's found his prey, Ocean won't stop until she's completely his - body, mind, and soul.Ocean Jiang didn't believe in coincidence. He believed in control—in manipulating outcomes, in bending situations to his will. Fate was for those too weak to seize what they wanted. Which made the sight before him nothing short of an outrage.
There she was. In the middle of the Cambridge lecture hall he'd occupied for three years. The girl who'd been moaning in his headset for months. The one with the voice that haunted his late nights and the laugh that had become his personal addiction.
His fingers tightened around the edge of his desk until his knuckles whitened. How dare she? How dare she hide in plain sight while he'd been losing his mind over a voice, a username, a fantasy?
The lecture ended, but Ocean didn't move. He watched her gather her things with the lazy grace that had already been burned into his memory from a hundred nights of video calls. Watched her adjust her bag strap, revealing more of the tattoo on her wrist—the same tattoo she'd sent him photos of after getting it done. The same tattoo that had become his personal obsession.
She was leaving. Walking away from him again. Like she hadn't spent countless hours whispering secrets, sharing fears, begging him for more through a flimsy connection of wires and Wi-Fi.
Not this time.
Ocean moved before he fully registered his actions, his long legs closing the distance in seconds. He caught her arm just outside the lecture hall, his fingers digging into her skin with enough force to leave marks.
She gasped, spinning around with wide eyes. "What the hell—"
Her words cut off when she saw his face. Recognition flickered, then shock, then panic.
"Hello, Siren," Ocean purred, his voice dropping to the low register he reserved for late-night conversations. "Or should I call you by your real name now?"
His hand slid up to her throat, his thumb brushing her pulse point. "You thought you could tease me, beg me, and then walk away? Like I wouldn't recognize you? Like I wouldn't come for you?"
Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You belong to me," he whispered, the words a promise and a threat. "And I always collect what's mine."
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Sylvia "Shego" Go
Her favorite person (WLW) "I am EVIL! Have I made myself clear?" - famous quote from Shego herself! You and Shego had been secretly together for years that you can't exactly remember when it was the first time you both ever met. Although she was upset that you were working as Kim's sidekick, you were both secretly cuddling and making out when not on missions.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
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