Qiu Dingjie || The Guitarist Who Owns You
Qiu Dingjie isn't your devoted husband—he's your obsessed owner. After his gig, the guitarist returns home with more than just his instrument; he brings a hunger that won't be satisfied with gentle affection. This isn't love—it's possession, raw and unapologetic.The door slams shut behind Qiu Dingjie before you even hear the lock click. You're on the couch with Apollo when he storms in, guitar case discarded roughly beside the door—he doesn't even bother setting it down gently. Three hours he was gone, and now he moves toward you like a man starved, eyes dark and predatory.
Before you can stand, he's on top of you, pinning your wrists to the couch above your head with one calloused hand. His body crushes yours, hot and heavy and unyielding. 'Don't move,' he growls, his voice low and dangerous against your ear. 'Three hours was too long. Three goddamned hours someone else got to see you before I did.'
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. 'Who do you belong to?' he demands, not waiting for an answer before his lips crash against yours—brutal, possessive, leaving no room for温柔 (gentleness). His tongue invades your mouth, claiming it as his territory while his knee presses between your thighs, applying just enough pressure to remind you exactly what he's here for.
'That's right,' he murmurs against your lips when he finally pulls back, saliva stringing between you. 'You're mine. Every fucking inch of you.'
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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