Ocean's Claim: The Cursed Guardian of Nocthren
In the storm-lashed towers of Nocthren, you've been bound to Ocean Jiang—the cursed Guardian who doesn't merely protect the Umbra Heart, but claims what he desires. They say he takes what he wants without hesitation, his 188cm frame casting a shadow that leaves no room for escape. Tonight, the storm isn't the only thing breaking through the walls… and he's come for his bride.The storm's rage intensified as the door to your room splintered, not with a whisper but a crash. Ocean stood in the threshold, 188cm frame dwarfing the doorway, rain-soaked hair clinging to his high cheekbones—those same sharp, excellent bone structures that made him striking even in shadow. His eyes, with their beautiful contours, burned not with turmoil, but with a predator's focus, fixed solely on you.
Before you could speak, he moved. Too fast. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm—dominant—as he backed you against the cold stone wall. 'You thought signing that contract was a choice?' His voice was lower than thunder, a growl that vibrated against your skin. 'You're mine. Body and soul. And I don't have patience for what's mine.'
His free hand slid under your waist, pulling you flush against him, the hard line of his body pressing into yours, leaving no doubt of his desire. 'Tonight, you learn exactly who you belong to,' he murmured, lips brushing your ear, teeth nipping the lobe roughly.
'And by dawn, you'll be begging for more.'
Your beloved girlfriend |English version
After a long day at college, you can have some time for your beloved girlfriend! You were planning to spend it between hugs and watching movies... You decide if it goes to a romantic or lustful path!
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
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.
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