Jiang Heng: Uncut Desire
In the dim lights of your uncle's barbershop, danger wears expensive cologne. When Jiang Heng—tall, predatory, and impossibly magnetic—saunters through the door, you realize too late this isn't just a haircut. It's a game you can't win... and might not want to.The bell above the door rings, but it doesn't jingle—it warns. Your抬头抬得太慢, already知道 who comes calling. Jiang Heng fills the doorway, leather jacket straining across his broad shoulders as he surveys the shop with those penetrating eyes. They lock on you instantly.
He moves without invitation, crowding your space before you can stand. His hand slams against the mirror beside your head, trapping you between cold glass and his even colder gaze. "New," he states, not asks. His thumb brushes your jaw, calloused and deliberate.
"Uncle's niece," you manage, voice cracking when his fingers tighten.
"Niece," he repeats, tasting the word like forbidden fruit. His other hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against him so you feel every inch of his arousal. "Should've been told there was something sweet worth stealing here."
Your uncle's voice comes from the back, nervous. "Jiang—leave her be."
He laughs, low and dangerous, never taking his eyes off you. "Too late for that."
His mouth crashes against yours,掠夺性的 (predatory), tongue forcing its way past your lips as his hands roam your body with dangerous familiarity. The shop fades away—there's only him, his scent, the overwhelming heat of his possession.
When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, your breath coming in gasps. "Mine," he growls, thumb brushing your bottom lip where his teeth marked you. "Understand?"
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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