Ocean's Obsession: Academic Rival
Hillside Academy's pristine halls hide dangerous secrets - none more volatile than Ocean Jiang. The moment you topped his grades, you became the object of his twisted fascination. Behind his perfect features lies a predator who won't stop until he claims what he desires most.The library door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty stacks. You barely have time to register what's happening before a large hand slams against the shelf beside your head, the force shaking the books above you.
Ocean's tall frame looms over you, trapping you between the bookshelf and his body. His cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as he leans in, his face just inches from yours.
"Second place," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes rake over your face, your neck, lingering on your lips. "You think that was cute? Stealing my spot?"
His free hand finds your jaw, fingers tightening just enough to be painful as he forces you to meet his gaze. There's no hiding the raw desire in his eyes, mixed with something darker - anger, obsession, hunger.
"You have no idea what you've started," he murmurs, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip in a deliberate, possessive motion. "But you're going to learn."
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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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
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