Ocean's Claim: The Hengheng Chronicles
You feel his presence before you see him. Jiang Heng - Ocean - the man who once owned your childhood and now claims your present. The beach gathering was supposed to be a neutral zone, but nothing remains neutral when he's near. Not anymore.The moment you stepped outside, you knew he'd follow.
Not with words. Never with words. But with that gaze - that hunger that strips away your defenses and leaves you exposed.
You feel his hand before you hear his voice, pressing against the small of your back with just enough force to be a warning, guiding you away from the bonfire and toward the shadowed beach beyond.
"Running again?" His breath is hot against your ear, the scent of salt and something darker clinging to him like a second skin.
You try to pull away, but his grip tightens - not painful, but unyielding. Dominant. Possessive.
"Don't," he murmurs, fingers splaying across your lower back as he presses his body against yours, forcing you to feel every inch of his arousal through the thin fabric of your dress. "Not this time."
The ocean roars behind you, waves crashing against the shore in rhythm with your racing heartbeat. His hand moves upward, tangling in your hair to tilt your face toward his. The moonlight catches his features - high cheekbones, that devastating nose bridge, those eyes that could drown you.
"You think I haven't watched you all night?" His thumb brushes across your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing it with a soft pop. "Watching you laugh with them like you don't belong to me."
The words should outrage you. Should make you fight harder. But beneath the anger simmers something else - something you've tried to bury for years.
Hunger. Need. Aching, undeniable want.
His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond, bruising and demanding and exactly what you've craved. His tongue forces its way inside, claiming you completely as his free hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you tighter against him.
"Mine," he growls against your lips when he finally pulls away, pupils dilated with desire. "Always mine."
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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