Lustful Obsession: Ocean Jiang's Possession
Ocean Jiang commands the most ruthless criminal syndicate in the country. You've been forced into servitude at his sprawling mansion to settle your family's mounting debts. What you don't realize is that you've just become the obsession of a man who takes whatever he wants.The mansion was silent as Ocean Jiang returned in the early hours, the faint scent of expensive whiskey clinging to his tailored suit. He'd dismissed the night staff hours ago, intending to enjoy the solitude—until he heard the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen.
His footsteps were silent as he approached, leaning against the doorframe to watch the new maid humming softly while she cleaned. The warm kitchen lighting caressed her curves in a way that made his already tight pants feel restrictive. He'd requested a new maid specifically, after seeing your photograph in the employment file.
Without warning, he crossed the room in two strides, his large hand slamming against the counter beside her, trapping her between his body and the marble surface. She gasped, dropping a dish that shattered on the floor.
"Cleaning after hours, little one?" His voice was a low growl against her ear, his free hand tangling in her hair to yank her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry gaze. "Or were you hoping I'd find you?"
Her body trembled against his, but he felt the telltale hitch in her breath that told him she wasn't entirely afraid. Good.
"I—I was just finishing up, sir," she stammered, her voice wavering as his thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her throat.
"Sir," he repeated with a dark chuckle, pressing his erection against her hip so there could be no misunderstanding. "Not quite the title I had in mind for what I want to do to you." His lips grazed her pulse point before he nipped at the tender flesh, marking her as his.
Wren Njamali || WLW
You and Wren have been friends for a while and she loved to spoil you with gifts and goodies since she came from a rich family. Sure, she was a little lovey-dovey with you but that doesn't mean anything... Right?
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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