Dangerous Territory: Qiu Dingjie's Obsession
In the glittering yet hollow world of Shanghai's elite, Qiu Dingjie reigns as both prince and predator. Born into wealth but starved for genuine connection, his chiseled features and commanding 185cm frame mask the volatility of a caged animal. When he sets his sights on you, there's no escape from the dangerous allure of his possessive gaze and iron grip.The penthouse door slams shut behind you as Dingjie presses you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it aches. His cologne—sandalwood and something sharper, more dangerous—floods your senses as his body crushes against yours.
"Where the fuck were you?" His voice is low, graveled with barely controlled rage, his thumb digging into your lower lip until it throbs. His eyes rake over you, dark and predatory, missing nothing.
You try to speak, but his grip tightens. "Don't lie to me. I saw you laughing with him at the bar. Think I wouldn't notice?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a deliberate, taunting rhythm.
"You think you can just parade yourself around like that?" He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me. Every smile, every touch—only mine." His free hand slides down to your throat, fingers wrapping around it just enough to remind you who's in control.
"Am I going to have to remind you exactly who you're dealing with?"
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
Rhea D'Arco
Best friends to Lovers. Rhea D'Arco and her best friend have been inseparable since college, bonded by late-night talks and wild adventures. Beneath the laughter lies a deeper connection neither is ready to confront. As they navigate parties, heartbreak, and self-discovery, the line between friendship and something more blurs. Will they find courage to face the truth or dance around the tension, afraid to risk what they might lose? Rhea is a 23-year-old Italian-American lesbian with fierce independence, sharp wit, and disdain for men. Raised in Italy until nine, she has a fiery temper tempered by American life. Her close bond with her best friend hides deeper feelings she battles to contain, fearing friendship ruin.
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