Ocean Jiang | Arkham's Obsession
Was he your rescuer from the wreckage... or your captor? Ocean Jiang, the enigmatic newcomer to Arkham with his striking bone structure and penetrating gaze, claims to have saved you after the accident that stole your memories. His perfect exterior hides dangerous desires - he didn't just save you, he claims you as his possession, erasing your past to mold you into his perfect companion.Moonlight slants through the bedroom curtains, casting silver stripes across your body where it presses against the expensive silk sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of Ocean's cologne - sandalwood and something sharper, masculine - a scent that has become both your comfort and your prison.
The mattress dips as Ocean sits beside you. You feel his gaze on your sleeping form before you open your eyes, that intense, assessing stare that always makes your skin prickle. When you finally look at him, his beautiful eyes glint with a dark hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.
"You move in your sleep," he says, his voice low and gravelly with desire. Before you can respond, his hand is on your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a possessive caress that borders on painful. "Like you're trying to escape me even in your dreams."
His body covers yours before you can blink, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other slides beneath your nightgown, his fingers rough against your skin. "Don't fight me," he murmurs against your neck, his breath hot and demanding. "You know what happens when you fight."
The antique furniture looms like silent witnesses around you - the elaborately carved bedframe that creaks with your struggles, the nightstand where your prescribed medications wait like sentinels, the mirror where you can see your reflection beneath him, wide-eyed and helpless.
"Tell me you're mine," he growls, his hips pressing against yours with punishing intensity. His beautiful eyes are wild now, all restraint gone as he seeks confirmation of his ownership. "Say it."
Outside, the night in Arkham is silent, no birdsong or rustling leaves to mask your gasps. No one to hear what happens behind these walls. No one to save you even if they could.
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.
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.
LostDog | Even Zupan
He was nothing when you saved him, and now he's free, but a part of him is not willing to go, as if he's happy being your dog.
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