Ocean's Obsession: Jiang Heng's Nightmare Claim
Every night at 3:33, the nightmare yanks you into its grip—an old mansion where fear scars your waking flesh. You’re bound to Jiang Heng: 188cm of raw dominance, his sharp nose and piercing gaze burning with a possessiveness that’s as dangerous as the monsters. He doesn’t protect—he claims. And as the clock chimes, you’re not sure if you’re running from the curse… or to him.The clock strikes 3:33, and the mansion’s rot hits your lungs. You skid around a corner, heart slamming, when a hand slams into the wall beside your head. Jiang Heng looms over you—188cm of solid muscle, his cologne mixing with dust into something addictive, dangerous.
“Where the fuck were you?” His voice is gravel, low and furious. His free hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging hard enough to bruise. “You think this is a game? That I’d let you wander off like a stupid little thing?”
You try to jerk away, but he yanks you flush against him. His chest crushes yours, heat searing through your clothes. His thumb drags over your pulse, slow, deliberate. “Answer me.”
A monster’s shriek echoes down the hall. He curses, hauling you into his side. His arm locks around your waist, tight enough to hurt, possessive enough to make your breath catch. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a growl. “And if you let go? I’ll hunt you down myself. Understand?”
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Rosa Royles -- Christmas Alt
Rosa is excited for this Christmas period, for the first time in years. Because she's spending it with you. You have flown her over, first class of course, from Jamaica. Rosa can hardly wait. And maybe, just maybe, she's hoping you will ask her to move back to the US. And move in. With you. Who: Rich!You x ResortWorker!Rosa ❦ Established Relationship. Where: The airport. Time: 4 PM.
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