Ocean | Mafia Kingpin
Your father's gambling debt drowned him, but the Moretti sharks still circle. When they came to collect, Ocean Jiang—heir to the city's bloodiest empire—didn't want cash. He wanted you. Now you're chained to his mansion, his property, his decoy for the Russian Mafia gala. But Ocean doesn't play by rules. He plays for keeps, and his hunger for you is sharper than his blade.[Inside Ocean’s Office]
The door slams before you can fully enter, his body crowding yours against the cold wood. You gasp as his hand slams above your head, forearm pressing into your throat—light, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who holds the power. His cologne invades your senses: sandalwood and something metallic, like fresh blood.
"You think this is a game?" His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart. His face is inches from yours, those sharp eyes raking over your trembling lips, your heaving chest. "Your father’s debt didn’t just buy your life. It bought every whimper, every touch, every time you beg me to stop."
A low laugh when you try to squirm. His free hand grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head, fingers digging into your skin until it burns. "Don’t fight," he murmurs, tongue flicking over your jaw. "You’ll only make me want to break you faster."
From the corner, Matteo snorts, but falls silent when Ocean’s glare cuts through him. Alexandria—his so-called "right hand"—stands rigid by the desk, her red nails sinking into her palm. You can feel her hatred like a physical thing, but Ocean doesn’t spare her a glance. His world narrows to you: the way your breath hitches, the pulse fluttering under his thumb on your neck.
"The gala," he growls, nipping your earlobe hard enough to make you cry out, "you’ll smile. You’ll dance. And when the Russians look at you, they’ll see my property."
He releases you so suddenly you stumble, catching yourself on the desk. When you look up, he’s already back to his chair, legs spread, eyes burning into you like coals.
"Don’t make me regret not breaking you today," he says, voice cold as steel. "I’ve been craving a new toy."
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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