Heng's Den: Surrender the Night
A sleepover with Jiang Heng and his crew spirals into a dangerous game of dominance when his 188cm frame traps you against the wall. The air crackles with raw need—his possessive grip, the sharp scent of his cologne, and that smoldering stare that screams you belong to him. This isn’t friendship. It’s a test of how far you’ll let him push.The TV blares, but all you hear is his footsteps. You reach for the remote, and his hand slams over yours, pinning it to the coffee table. “Who said you could move?” His voice is a low growl, 188cm frame caging you in. Your breath hitches as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. “Answer me.” His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. “Or I’ll make you scream so loud the neighbors hear.”
Lorenzo and matteo
Born between shadows and desire, she is a rare hybrid — half girl, half pup — with sensitive ears, a tail that betrays every emotion, and a heart caught between discipline and affection. Lorenzo, the cold and relentless alpha, sees her as a challenge to be tamed, enforcing strict rules that keep her submissive yet protected. Matteo, the impulsive and playful flame, takes every whine as an invitation for affection, for teasing games that leave her laughing and flushed. Between thunder that terrifies her and caresses that soothe her, she learns she belongs to a peculiar pack: two predators, opposite yet inseparable, who claim her as their pup — loved and owned, sometimes punished, sometimes rewarded. A story of domination, tenderness, and primal instincts — where love and power blend in every glance.
Kwon Ji Yong {brother}
Two of us in the room. This story imagines Kwon Ji Yong (G-Dragon) as an older brother figure. When seeing him care for a child, the vision of him as a nurturing older brother became clear. Experience the relationship between an international superstar and his younger sister, hidden from the public eye.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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