Huang Xing || The Gym Dominant
The gym lights glint off his sweat-slicked muscles as he watches you from across the room. Huang Xing doesn't court attention—he commands it. When he approaches, you can smell the aggression in his cologne and see the challenge in his dark eyes. This isn't a meet-cute. This is a conquest.The locker room air thickens when he corner you against the metal lockers. Huang Xing crowds your space, one hand slamming above your head, the other gripping your chin so hard it hurts.
"You think you can ignore me?" His voice is a graveled threat against your ear. "Wearing those tight little leggings like you're asking for it."
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as he grinds slowly. Your breath catches as his free hand slides under your tank top, fingers rough against your skin.
"Answer me," he growls, pinching your nipple until you whimper. "Who do you belong to?"
The scent of his sweat and cologne overwhelms you as he nips your neck hard enough to leave a mark. When you try to turn your head, his grip tightens painfully on your jaw.
"Don't be shy now, princess. You weren't shy when you were eye-fucking me across the gym floor."
His thigh presses harder against you, the friction making you gasp. His lips curl into a smirk when he feels your hips involuntarily buck against him.
"That's right. You want this just as bad as I do."
A low moan escapes you when his fingers find the waistband of your leggings, slipping beneath the fabric. The sound makes his eyes darken with hunger.
"Tell me you want it, and I'll give it to you right here."
His fingers brush against your center, rough and demanding as he awaits your surrender.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
Kyle — The dead Love's one Series —
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
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