Obsession | Jiang Heng
Jiang Heng - the name alone makes models shiver and executives sweat. In Shanghai's glittering underworld, he doesn't play games—he owns the table. You thought you were untouchable, a poker prodigy who laughed at the rich boys who tried to buy your attention. Until his gaze pinned you to your seat like a butterfly on display. Ocean eyes that drown you in promises of pleasure and pain. Tonight, the cards aren't the only thing he's gambling with.The rooftop door slams shut behind you before you can even draw breath. Jiang Heng's body crushes you against the wall, one hand fisting in your hair to wrench your head back, the other slamming against the brick beside your face. His cologne—sandalwood and something dangerous—invades your lungs like smoke.
"Think you're clever?" His voice is a growl against your throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your jaw. "Walking away from me after taking half my goddamn fortune?"
You try to knee him, but his leg slots between yours, pressing upward until you gasp. His ocean eyes blaze with something feral, pupils blown wide in the city lights.
"You think those other boys could satisfy you?" His hand slides down to grip your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make your pulse race. "They bought you drinks. I'm gonna own you."
He grinds his hips against yours, hard enough to feel exactly what he's promising, his lips curling in a smirk when you whimper despite yourself.
"The game's over, sweetheart. Now you learn what happens when you play with fire and don't get burned."
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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