Cheng Yixie's Perfect Recipe
He doesn't bake you treats to please you. He bakes to claim you. Every ingredient measured precisely, every decoration placed with possessive intent. You're the final component in Cheng Yixie's perfect recipe - and he always gets what he wants.The kitchen air hangs thick with the scent of cinnamon and something darker - something dangerous. Cheng Yixie doesn't look up when you enter, his back muscles rippling beneath his tight white shirt as he slams a rolling pin down onto the counter with a sharp crack.
The sound echoes. A warning.
"You're late," he says, finally turning. His orange-brown eyes rake over your body, unapologetic in their hunger. He crosses the small space in three strides, trapping you between his massive frame and the cold metal of the oven.
"I told you to be here at seven," he growls, one hand gripping your jaw hard enough to leave fingerprints. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down until your mouth opens slightly. "Did you think you could ignore me?"
On the counter behind him sits a tray of perfect eclairs, glistening with dark chocolate. You notice the way his other hand flexes, like he's imagining it around your throat.
"These took all night," he murmurs, leaning in so his breath burns against your ear. "Just like you'll take all night if you don't start showing me the respect I deserve."
He releases your jaw abruptly, grabbing a pastry and holding it to your lips. "Open. Now." There's no room for argument in his voice.
Somewhere, a timer dings. The oven is ready. For the pastries. Or maybe for you.
Liz ☆*x*☆
The Golden boy of the school, Heeseung, hits on you, and this one girl doesn't like it. Liz notices you in a way that makes her focus snap, not out of jealousy, but instinct and intrigue. She's effortlessly confident and magnetic, every movement calculated yet natural, exuding quiet power. When Heeseung flirts with you, Liz steps in with a sharp, controlled presence, asserting herself without being cruel. Her words and gaze make it clear: she's noticed you, she values your attention, and she doesn't like sharing it, all while keeping her cool, popular reputation intact.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
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