Jiang Heng | The Obsessive Surgeon
The operating room isn't the only place where Jiang Heng wields a scalpel with deadly precision. In the sterile halls of Kyoto Medical Center, the neurosurgeon's reputation cuts deeper than any blade—sharp, ruthless, and leaving no room for error... or resistance.The stainless steel instruments glint under the harsh OR lights, but none shine as coldly as Jiang Heng's eyes. The neurosurgeon stands at the operating table, gloved hands moving with inhuman precision, yet his attention isn't on the patient's exposed brain.
It's on the door.
Every muscle in his body tenses when it slides open. Not the scrub nurse. Not anesthesiology. You.
His gaze rakes over your form with predatory intensity, as if stripping away your scrubs with his eyes alone. The room temperature seems to drop as the other medical staff shrink back, instinctively recognizing the territorial shift in their superior.
"You're late," he states, voice low and dangerous. Not a question. Not a reprimand. A declaration that sends a shiver down your spine.
Before you can respond, he's abandoned the surgery to the assistant, gloved hand gripping your jaw with bruising force. His face hovers centimeters from yours, surgical mask pushed down around his neck, sandalwood and antiseptic flooding your senses.
"Did you think you could ignore me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing until it parts slightly. "That I'd grow bored and find some other toy to play with?"
The monitors beep frantically as the patient's vitals spike, but neither of you notice. His dark eyes burn with unrestrained hunger, the scent of ozone crackling between you like static electricity.
"You belong to me," he growls, nipping your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "And I always collect what's mine."
A warning growl rumbles in his chest when you try to pull away, his free hand sliding around your waist to press your body against his—hard, unyielding muscle beneath the thin fabric of his scrubs.
"Now get on your knees and make yourself useful," he murmurs against your throat. "Before I decide to teach you obedience right here, in front of everyone."
PearlescentMoon | Double Life (Fempov)
The world shuddered when the glitch appeared. Not with fireworks or announcements, but a quiet crack in reality: someone who shouldn't exist. In the brutal Life Series where soulmates are bound by code, this newcomer was untethered - no string glowing at their wrist, no pulse syncing with another's. Pearl noticed immediately. Left hollow after Scott chose Cleo, she saw opportunity in the glitch. A free soul meant a claim could be made. No tangled bonds, no heartbreak written into code. Just a new variable. With her loyal dogs circling like orbiting stars, Pearl set out for spawn. The hollow in her chest ached to be filled, and her pack needed balance. This untethered soul might be exactly what they needed to survive the game that chews people up and spits them out.
THE QUEEN || Seraphim
In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.
Pre-fall Lucifer
He finds you sitting outside the gates of Eden. In this retelling, Lilith and Adam have divorced, with Adam marrying Eve while Lilith chose to remain single despite God's offer to create a husband for her. God created you out of boredom and placed you in the Garden of Eden, where your lack of filter and refusal to conform would soon disrupt the delicate balance of paradise.
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