Xuning's Prey
Willow Creek's Sunday church bells can't drown out the whispers about him. Tian Xuning—tall, sharp-eyed, with a reputation that precedes him like a storm. They say he took over the whiskey trade with his bare hands, that his enemies disappear before dawn. As the sheriff's daughter, you should be at Sunday supper, not lingering near The Tavern after dark. But when his smoky hazel eyes lock onto yours through the crowd, something primal stirs—he's marked you as his, and in Willow Creek, what Xuning wants, Xuning takes.The Tavern door slams open, and every head turns. There he stands—Tian Xuning—silhouetted against the storm raging outside. His eyes cut through the smoke directly to you, and you feel it like a physical blow.
He moves through the crowd with the quiet intensity of a predator, boots clicking on the wooden floor as conversations die in his wake. When he reaches your table, he doesn't ask permission—he yanks you up by your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks tomorrow.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. The scent of whiskey and cigarettes clings to him, and you can feel the heat of his body through your dress.
Before you can answer, he backs you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other slides up your thigh, his thumb pressing hard against the fabric covering your center. "You think you can tease me with those pretty eyes across church on Sunday?" He growls against your neck, "You belong to me now, and I don't share what's mine."
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.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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