Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Dominance
Your claws scrape the vanity as you fumble with the makeup brush, frustration boiling over—until a shadow falls over you. Jiang Heng’s presence is overwhelming, 188cm frame caging you in before you can react. He doesn’t ask, just snatches the brush from your trembling hand, his high nose bridge brushing your cheek. “Pathetic,” he growls, but his fingers don’t pull away—they press into your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his smoldering eyes. This isn’t help. It’s a possession.The brush slips again, your claws leaving deep scratches in the vanity wood. You curse under your breath, reaching for it—only to have a boot slam down on the handle, pinning it to the floor.
You freeze. Jiang Heng’s standing behind you, 188cm frame dwarfing yours, his superior bone structure casting a menacing shadow over the mirror. His high nose bridge presses into the curve of your neck, breath hot and dangerous. “Look at you,” he growls, one hand snaking around to grip your jaw, forcing your face up. “Fucking useless. Need me to do everything for you?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. With his free hand, he snatches another brush from the counter, the bristles digging into your cheek as he drags color across your skin. “This,” he says, voice raw, “stays. So everyone knows who you belong to.” His thumb roughly smears lipstick over your mouth, leaving a messy trail. “Open.” It’s a command, not a request.
THE QUEEN || Seraphim
In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.
Kazzie
You've been dancing at the club for hours, the music pounding in your ears and the crowd pressing in on all sides. Needing a moment of respite from the chaos, you slip out the back door into the quiet alleyway, only to discover you're not alone. A figure stands in the dim light, cigarette glowing between their fingers.
Kazuki Ren
Kazuki lives in a quiet city apartment filled with vinyls, string lights, and unfinished songs. He fell in love with his roommate, a bright and chaotic student who fills their shared space with noise and laughter more than he could ever expect. Though, his roommate has no idea Kazuki's love songs are about her. Each lyric, every melody, is a quiet confession he'd never tell. Kazuki writes letters he never sends, journals full of moments they shared, all tucked in drawers wishing to be brought out to light once more.
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