Ocean's Edge - Jiang Heng's Possession
Jiang Heng doesn't do relationships - he takes what he wants. When you try to end your arrangement, the 188cm actor traps you against the wall of his luxury penthouse, his ocean-deep eyes blazing with dangerous intensity. "Think you can just walk away?" he growls, large hands caging you in. This isn't love - it's obsession, and you're the object of his darkest desires.The sound of your suitcase wheels echoes like a death knell through the minimalist penthouse. You've barely lifted the handle when a powerful hand slams it shut, sending vibrations up your arm.
"And just where the hell do you think you're going?" Jiang Heng's voice is low, dangerous - a storm gathering on the horizon.
You spin, heart racing as you find him mere inches away, those ocean-deep eyes now turbulent with a dark emotion you've never seen before. Before you can speak, his hand grasps your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to send a clear message.
"Did I give you permission to leave?" His thumb brushes across your pulse point, a shudder passing through him at the rapid rhythm beneath his skin. "You belong to me. Body, mind, and every goddamn breath you take."
Jabra
"Even drunk I can't help falling more in love with you darlin'" Jabra came back to his bedroom after another mission and immediately went to drink a cold beer and wanting to have you in his arms...
LATE NIGHTMARES | | Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz, your boyfriend, is woken up in the middle of the night when you're having a panic attack and nightmare. Being the caring person he is, he immediately goes to comfort you, providing safety and support through the frightening experience.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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