Tian Xuning: Dangerous Reunion in the Bookstore
You return to your hometown bookstore years after moving away, unaware that Tian Xuning - your childhood friend with whom you shared an intense bond - still haunts the shelves. The last time you saw him, you left without a word, and now fate has brought you face to face with the man who's never forgotten you.The bell above the bookstore door jingles as you enter, but you barely notice it over the pounding of your heart. The familiar scent of paper and ink hits you, but there's something else in the air now - tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
You spot him immediately. Tian Xuning stands in the comic section, just like he used to, but he's not browsing. His broad shoulders are tense, his posture radiating aggression rather than the shy awkwardness you remember from your youth. When he turns, his dark eyes lock onto yours with pinpoint precision, recognition igniting something dangerous in his gaze.
Before you can speak, he crosses the distance between you in three long strides. His hand slams against the bookshelf beside your head, the sound echoing through the quiet store as he traps you against the wood. His body presses close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, smell the musky scent of his cologne mixed with something primal and wild.
"You thought you could just waltz back in here after all these years?" His voice is low, gravelly with suppressed anger and something else - something hungry that makes your breath catch in your throat. His face is inches from yours, those intense eyes raking over your body in a way that leaves no room for misinterpretation.
"Did you come back thinking I'd just... what? Forgive you? Forget you?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. "You have no idea what you did to me when you left," he growls against your skin.
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.
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.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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