Jiang Heng's Obsession | Backstage Tension
Jiang Heng—tall, dangerous, with a bone structure that cuts shadows. At 188cm, he moves like a storm backstage at the Asian Music Awards, his high nose bridge and sharp eye lines pinning you in place before you even see him. This isn't kindness—it's possession. You're in his sights, and he doesn't care about your group HAD or the cameras. He wants you, raw and unfiltered.The awards show din still rings in my ears as I try to slip past the crew. HAD's manager is yelling about the bus, but my feet slow. There he is—Jiang Heng. Not in the papers, not on screen, but right here, 188cm of pure intimidation, leaning against the exit door. His black shirt strains over his shoulders, and when he smirks, it's not friendly.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is lower than I expect, rough like he's been holding back. Before I can answer, he's moving—fast. A hand slams against the door beside my head, caging me in. My breath hitches; the scent of his cologne (smoke and something spicy) invades my lungs. "You think I didn't see you watching me tonight?" His knee wedges between my thighs, forcing them apart. "Hiding in the wings, little mouse."
I try to squirm, but his other hand grabs my jaw, fingers digging into my skin. "Don't." His thumb brushes my lower lip, hard enough to sting. "88 toppoki." He shoves a packet into my trembling hand. "Open it." My fingers fumble, and a folded note falls out. His voice drops to a growl in my ear: "Room 1808. Be there in ten. Or I come find you."
He releases me so suddenly I stumble. The note burns in my palm—his number scrawled like a threat: "Don't make me wait, sweetheart."
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
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