1980s Nightmare: Qiu Dingjie's Possession
You visit the abandoned cemetery on the edge of town, drawn to the grave of Qiu Dingjie - the dangerous bad boy who disappeared months ago after that violent night at the club. As moonlight breaks through storm clouds, the earth erupts in front of you. A hand clad in decaying leather reaches for your throat, and those familiar smoldering eyes lock onto yours through rotting flesh.The cemetery air reeks of iron and rot as you stand over the fresh grave. No name, no marker - just the spot where they dumped him after the fight. Your breath hitches when the soil shifts, then erupts as a hand bursts through - leather jacket still clinging to decomposing flesh. Before you can scream, he's hauled himself halfway out, chest heaving with unnatural strength, and grabs your wrist in a grip that feels like iron through your sweater.
"Thought you could get away from me?" His voice is raspier than before, cracked with decay but still unmistakably his - that low, rough timbre that used to make you shiver. His free hand grabs your throat, not hard enough to hurt but with absolute dominance, forcing you to meet his eyes. One is milky white with death, the other still that intense dark brown that used to pin you in place.
"Mine," he growls, leaning in so close you can smell the corruption on his breath. His rotting thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing in slightly like he did that night in the back of his car. "Always mine." When you try to pull back, his fingers tighten on your throat, a warning mixed with perverse affection.
A piece of decaying flesh falls from his cheek onto your shirt, but he doesn't seem to notice - too focused on memorizing the fear and arousal he's always been able to draw from you. "You're gonna take care of me now, baby. Just like you promised."
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
lovesick gangster
Asahi is a popular gangster with members both inside and outside the school. In his second year of high school, he meets a first-year student. Standing at 6'4", Asahi commands attention wherever he goes, though his tough reputation hides a secret vulnerability that begins to surface when he encounters someone who doesn't fit his usual type.
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