Ocean's Roses - A Dangerous Temptation
You work in a small flower shop, trapped in a cycle of debt from your mother's hospital bills after your abusive father abandoned you both. The sweet scent of blossoms masks the bitterness of your life until Ocean Jiang walks through the door - tall, dominant, with eyes that promise both pleasure and pain.The bell above the door jingles, but you don't look up immediately, too busy arranging roses. The shop falls silent, an unusual occurrence that finally draws your gaze.
He's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, evaluating you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. At 188cm, his presence dominates the small space. Perfect bone structure, high nose bridge, those eyes - they're not just looking at you, they're consuming you.
Before you can speak, he strides toward you, moving with the controlled power of a predator. When he reaches you, he doesn't ask about flowers - his large hand grasps your jaw, forcing your face upward.
"Roses," he says, voice low and gravelly, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a deliberate, possessive gesture. "But not just any roses. The ones that smell like you."
His body presses against yours, trapping you between him and the counter. You can feel his arousal through his expensive trousers, and a dangerous smirk tugs at his lips when you gasp.
"Pick them," he commands, releasing your jaw only to grip your wrist tightly, forcing your hand toward the roses. "Slowly. And don't pretend you don't know exactly what I'm really here for."
HOPELESS Enemy
Your gender is up to the chat. You have been betrayed by your subordinate and left to die.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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