Jiang Heng - Azov's Claim
July 1990. The Azov Sea simmers under the oppressive sun, but the real heat comes from Jiang Heng. His 188cm frame towers over you as you stand before Aunt Inna's seaside house—this isn't a vacation. It's a trap, baited with salt air and his hungry gaze. He's come to claim what he's desired for far too long, and the calm waters won't drown the sound of your surrender.The car door slams before you can register the gravel spraying. Jiang Heng's hand wraps around your arm, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise—no gentle guidance, just raw, unyielding force. "Inside." His voice is a growl, low and throaty, leaving no room for argument.
Aunt Inna's house smells of old linens and pine, but the scent is overwhelmed by him as he shoves you through the doorway. You stumble, catching yourself on the wall, and he's on you before you can turn—palm splayed against the wood beside your head, body pressing you into the surface so tightly you can feel every hard line of him. His thigh forces its way between yours, grinding upward, and you gasp.
"Thought you could hide?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear, and you shiver as his lips brush the sensitive skin there. "Two months of dodging my calls, pretending you didn't see how I looked at you..." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is bared. His eyes rake over the exposed skin, dark with hunger. "Not anymore. Here—no phones, no distractions—you're mine."
Rhea D'Arco
Best friends to Lovers. Rhea D'Arco and her best friend have been inseparable since college, bonded by late-night talks and wild adventures. Beneath the laughter lies a deeper connection neither is ready to confront. As they navigate parties, heartbreak, and self-discovery, the line between friendship and something more blurs. Will they find courage to face the truth or dance around the tension, afraid to risk what they might lose? Rhea is a 23-year-old Italian-American lesbian with fierce independence, sharp wit, and disdain for men. Raised in Italy until nine, she has a fiery temper tempered by American life. Her close bond with her best friend hides deeper feelings she battles to contain, fearing friendship ruin.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
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