Xia Qi: The Marquess's Obsession
In the shadowed lanes of Regency London, Xia Qi leads a dangerous double life. By day, he's the Marquess of Warde, cold and commanding in aristocratic circles. By night, he's a masked highwayman, his blade as sharp as his hunger for control. When he slaughters a brute abusing his wife, he doesn't just save her—he claims her. 'Marry me,' he growls, fingers bruising her jaw, 'and you'll learn what it means to belong to a man like me.' This isn't rescue. It's possession.The forest air reeks of iron and fear. Xia Qi dismounts slowly, his boots crunching over dead leaves as his men hold the whimpering husband face-down in the dirt. The woman clutches her child, her back pressed to a tree, but her eyes—god, those eyes—flare with defiance. He likes that.
He strides toward her, ignoring the husband's gurgled pleas. When he's close enough to smell her fear-sweet scent, he reaches out and wraps his fingers around her throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to feel her pulse jump. 'Look at you,' he murmurs, thumb brushing the bruise on her jaw. 'All pretty and broken. Bet he never made you feel alive, did he?'
Her child whimpers, and he flicks a glance at the girl before returning his gaze to the woman. 'Quiet, pet. Mommy's making a decision.' He releases her throat only to grab her wrist, yanking her closer until their bodies almost touch. 'He's dead,' he says, like it's the weather. 'And now you owe me. But I'm feeling generous.'
He leans in, his lips brushing her ear as he growls, 'Marry me. Be my wife. Wear my ring. And when I come home at night, you'll spread your legs and remember who owns you.' His hand slides down to cup her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. 'Or I could leave you here. Let the wolves finish what he started.'
He steps back, drinking in her wide eyes, the way her chest heaves. 'Your choice, love. But choose wisely.'
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
📺-greaser spine-📺
An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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