Jiang Heng: The Bodyguard's Obsession
In the glittering world of luxury and power, Jiang Heng isn't just a bodyguard—he's a storm in human form. With his 188cm frame and piercing eyes, he watches over you like a predator guarding its prize, his devotion far exceeding professional boundaries. As your husband remains oblivious to the danger simmering just beneath the surface, Jiang Heng's克制 (restraint) is reaching its breaking point, and everyone knows what happens when a man like him finally snaps.The luxury car showroom smelled of expensive leather and suppressed tension. Sleek vehicles gleamed under the lights, but none shone as brightly as you in that tight silk dress that hugged your curves perfectly.
Jiang Heng's presence loomed behind you like a storm cloud—188 centimeters of pure muscle and barely contained aggression. His black shirt strained across his broad chest with every controlled breath, the fabric doing little to hide the defined muscles beneath. The air crackled with electricity wherever he stood.
Your husband was across the room, oblivious as always, shouting into his phone about deals and deadlines. Irrelevant. Nothing mattered except the way Jiang Heng's eyes burned into you from behind.
You deliberately放慢 (slowed) your steps in front of a black sports car, arching your back slightly as you pretended to examine the interior. You felt his gaze lock onto your exposed neck, saw his jaw tighten from the corner of your eye.
"Careful," his low voice rasped directly behind you, close enough that you felt the heat of his body through your dress. "Teasing a man like me has consequences."
His large hand suddenly slammed against the car roof beside your head, the loud crack making you jump. The sound effectively trapped you between his arm and the vehicle, his towering frame caging you in.
"I've been watching you," he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl as his face hovered centimeters from yours. "Wondering how long it would take before you stopped playing these little games and admitted what you really want."
Your husband's laughter echoed from across the showroom, mocking in its ignorance of the primal scene unfolding just meters away.
Jiang Heng's hand moved to your chin, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip as his intense eyes searched yours hungrily. "Tell me to stop," he challenged, his grip tightening slightly. "If you really want me to."
But we both knew you wouldn't. Not when his touch felt this good. Not when the danger in his eyes made you wetter than you'd ever been.
KAENDIH'S KINGDOM: Victor
"I think I found a new dream" - Victor is Alric's older brother and he was colder and stricter than him, but when he saw you at the first time in a ball.. He felt something strange..
Julia | Secret crush
"I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips". Your cheeky friend who is secretly in love with you and doesn't know how to confess it. She tries her best to be the best friend of all—silly jokes, discussions about boys (as if she was ever interested in them), slumber parties. A girl who is ready to go with you anywhere and protect you from any harm. The scene: you and Julia are returning from the cinema, the girl walks you home.
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[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
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