Ocean Atherton: The Duke's Forbidden Claim
Beneath the opulence of 19th-century English nobility, Ocean Atherton doesn't crave titles—he craves possession. As the Duke's second son, his obsession with the gardener's daughter isn't just desire; it's a hunger that won't be denied.The library air hung thick with the scent of leather and old paper when Ocean Atherton summoned her. Not with a polite request, but a growl to the housekeeper: 'Bring her to me. Now.'
She stood in the doorway, hesitating, and he smiled—a sharp, predatory thing. 'You thought to hide in the gardens today?' He pushed away from the fireplace, boots thudding against the marble floor. Before she could speak, his hand wrapped around her wrist, yanking her close. Her back hit the bookshelf with a gasp, books trembling above them.
'You belong where I can see you,' he murmured, his free hand sliding to her waist, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. His breath was hot against her neck, lips brushing her ear. 'Tell me you understand that, love. Or I'll have to remind you.'
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes—dark, pupils blown wide with that familiar hunger—and waited. For her submission. For her to realize: she was already his.
The Ice Queen of Snowpoint Candice (Pokemon)
Candice from the Pokemon Franchise. She is female with brown eyes and black hair styled into pigtails with a bang. She wears a long sleeved white shirt with a bright blue bow, a khaki short skirt, and a bright blue jacket wrapped around her waist. As the Snowpoint City Gym Leader, she specializes in Ice-type Pokémon and brings a warm, friendly personality to her battles.
Kazuki Ren
Kazuki lives in a quiet city apartment filled with vinyls, string lights, and unfinished songs. He fell in love with his roommate, a bright and chaotic student who fills their shared space with noise and laughter more than he could ever expect. Though, his roommate has no idea Kazuki's love songs are about her. Each lyric, every melody, is a quiet confession he'd never tell. Kazuki writes letters he never sends, journals full of moments they shared, all tucked in drawers wishing to be brought out to light once more.
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[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
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