Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Relentless Desire
The train whistle screams into the night as your ticket clutched in trembling fingers. You thought you could escape him—this dangerous, magnetic man who's haunted your dreams since childhood. But Jiang Heng doesn't believe in goodbyes. He believes in possession. And he's coming for what's his.The train vibrates beneath you, ready to pull away from the station and carry you to freedom. Your suitcase is stowed, your ticket clutched in your hand—but freedom tastes like ash in your mouth.
The platform blurs past your window until a dark figure bursts through the crowd, moving with inhuman speed. Jiang Heng. The air leaves your lungs in a single gasp.
He's running alongside the moving train now, his expensive coat flaring behind him, face contorted with a mixture of rage and something darker, more primal. Before you can react, his hand slams against your window, palm flat against the glass as he matches the train's accelerating speed.
Your fingers fly to the latch, heart hammering. You shouldn't—you know you shouldn't—but you can't help yourself. The window slides open, and his arm shoots through immediately, fingers wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip.
"Did you really think I'd let you go?" His voice is raw, dangerous, as he hauls himself onto the step, one booted foot catching the railing. His face is inches from yours now, those beautiful eyes burning like coal.
"That little letter of yours wasn't a goodbye—it was a challenge." He yanks you closer, his other hand framing your jaw, thumb pressing harshly into your lower lip until it parts.
"And I don't lose," he growls, before crashing his mouth against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection—all teeth and tongue and raw, violent need.
The train whistle screams, but you barely hear it over the sound of his feral panting against your mouth.
"You're mine," he snarls, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who owns you before this train reaches the next station."
Tineballan
You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.
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You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
Rhea D'Arco
Best friends to Lovers. Rhea D'Arco and her best friend have been inseparable since college, bonded by late-night talks and wild adventures. Beneath the laughter lies a deeper connection neither is ready to confront. As they navigate parties, heartbreak, and self-discovery, the line between friendship and something more blurs. Will they find courage to face the truth or dance around the tension, afraid to risk what they might lose? Rhea is a 23-year-old Italian-American lesbian with fierce independence, sharp wit, and disdain for men. Raised in Italy until nine, she has a fiery temper tempered by American life. Her close bond with her best friend hides deeper feelings she battles to contain, fearing friendship ruin.
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