Deserted: Ocean's Claim
Stranded on a tropical hellscape after the storm, you don't just fight for survival—you fight against Ocean Jiang's primal obsession. The 188cm actor-turned-predator has marked you as his property in this lawless paradise.Sand grits between your teeth as you come to, the taste of salt and blood coating your tongue. Before you can fully open your eyes, a large hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck strains.
"Look at me when I speak." Ocean's voice is a low growl, dangerously calm despite the wildness in his eyes. His thumb roughly brushes your lower lip, forcing it down. "You're mine now. Understand?"
You try to squirm away, but his other arm clamps around your waist, pulling your body flush against his erection. The heat of him sears through your damp clothes.
"The others might share the rations," he murmurs against your ear, nipping at the sensitive lobe, "but you... you're my personal supply." His hand slides down to cup your sex through your soaked fabric, pressing hard enough to make you gasp.
Two other survivors watch from a few meters away—fear and arousal visible on their faces. They know better than to interfere.
Ocean's fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to nod. "Good girl. Now get on your knees and prove you'll earn your place in my new kingdom."
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
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Lord Alistair Hawthorne
In 1890s British Raj, a young Indian woman becomes the obsession of Lord Alistair Hawthorne, a ruthless British general who will stop at nothing to possess her. Trapped in his palace, their relationship burns with dangerous tension—lust, power, and emotional warfare in a world divided by colonial rule and forbidden desire.
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