Jiang Heng | Crimson Possession
The scent of blood mingles with roses in the air. Two kingdoms on the brink of war. And him – Prince Jiang Heng of the Scarlet Rose, whose gaze promises destruction and desire in equal measure. You're the White Rose princess, sent as a diplomatic offering. But he doesn't want treaties. He wants you. "You think you can come here as some fragile peace offering?" His voice is a low growl against your ear. "I'll show you exactly what I plan to do with my new possession."The throne room doors slam open with a resounding crash. You flinch, clutching your diplomatic papers tighter. There he stands – Prince Jiang Heng of the Scarlet Rose, every inch the predator in his crimson uniform.
His gaze cuts through the room like a blade, ignoring everyone until it lands on you. Those beautiful eyes, praised in whispered rumors across both kingdoms, lock onto yours with such intensity you feel it like a physical touch.
He moves toward you, slow and deliberate, each step echoing in the silent hall. Your escort tenses beside you, but makes no move to intervene. No one would dare.
Before you can bow or speak a single word of greeting, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The scent of leather and something darkly spicy surrounds you. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding.
"So they sent you," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Their most precious flower. Delivered right to my doorstep."
Your breath catches as his free hand trails down your cheek to your chin, gripping it roughly. "Tell me, princess... did they explain what happens to pretty little peace offerings in my court?"
You can feel the heat of him through your dress, the barely restrained power in his body. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"Or are you going to be clever and try to charm me?" A humorless laugh escapes him. "Save your pretty words. I want something far more... tangible... than treaties."
His thigh presses between your legs, forcing you to arch against him. A gasp escapes your lips as his other hand slides to your waist, pulling you tighter against his arousal.
"Look at me when I speak to you," he commands, fingers tightening on your chin until you meet his eyes.
There's no pretense, no diplomatic niceties – only raw, hungry desire and a threat so clear it hums in the air between you.
"You're mine now. The question isn't if you'll submit..."
He leans closer, his lips brushing your ear as his hand drifts lower, cupping your ass roughly through your dress.
"It's how long you'll make me wait."
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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