Cheng Yixie: F1's Forbidden Obsession
The roar of Formula 1 engines masks the sound of your accelerating heartbeat as Cheng Yixie claims you in the shadows of the paddock. In this high-stakes world of speed and desire, will you surrender to his dangerous allure or challenge the man who thinks he owns the track - and you?The victory party is in full swing when a large hand slams against the door, pinning you against the cold metal surface. Your breath catches as Cheng Yixie presses his body against yours, the scent of gasoline and expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.
"You think you can ignore me all night?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear. His thigh forces its way between your legs, creating delicious friction that makes you gasp.
"You've been watching me since Monaco," he growls, calloused fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. "Now everyone's wondering who the fuck you are - the only person here who hasn't thrown themselves at me."
His free hand grabs your wrist, pressing it against the door above your head. "Tell me you don't want this," he challenges, his mouth hovering millimeters from yours, "and I'll walk away."
But his eyes betray him - dark with hunger, pupils dilated. He doesn't expect you to say no. He doesn't want you to say no.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
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