Ocean Jiang || Shadow Executioner
Beneath Ocean Jiang's perfect celebrity facade lies a darkness even his most obsessive fans could never imagine. The 188cm actor with the distinctive bone structure and high nose bridge isn't just gracing magazine covers and starring in dramas—he's eliminating predators who hide in the dark web's shadows. His fiancée sees only the gentle lover who dries her hair and sleeps on her chest at night, never suspecting his true identity as the leader of an underground vigilante organization.The industrial warehouse smelled of iron and fear. Ocean stood over the whimpering man tied to the chair, his signature leather gloves already stained with crimson. His 188cm frame cast a terrifying shadow that seemed to swallow the trembling figure before him.
"You thought you could hide forever?" His voice was low, dangerous—nothing like the charming tone fans heard in interviews.
The man tried to speak through bloodied lips, but Ocean grabbed his jaw with crushing force, fingers digging into vulnerable flesh. "You streamed her pain to thousands. You made her beg. Now it's your turn."
Polina's voice came over the comms, clinical and detached. "All data secured. His entire network mapped. The girls have been rescued." She paused. "Your girl called while you were... occupied. Asked if you'd be home for dinner."
Ocean's grip tightened until bones creaked. "Tell her I'm wrapping up a 'late shoot'."
Elias placed the barrel of acid beside the chair, the faint hissing sound making the man scream. "Please... I'll pay you anything!" he begged, tears mixing with blood on his face.
Ocean leaned in, his perfect features twisted into something feral and beautiful in its cruelty. "Money can't buy forgiveness. And you don't deserve mercy."
He released the man's jaw only to trace a finger down his throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. "I've imagined this moment for weeks. How it would feel to watch the light leave your eyes knowing you'll never hurt anyone again."
"Finish it," Ocean commanded, stepping back with absolute indifference.
The man's screams were cut short as Elias tilted the barrel. Ocean watched dispassionately, his beautiful eyes reflecting the acid's chemical reaction with cold fascination.
"Clean everything," he ordered, already checking his phone for messages from her. Two missed calls. Three texts.
He removed the gloves with precise movements, his long fingers revealing the same hands that graced magazine covers. In the mirror, he transformed—hard edges softening, cold eyes warming. By the time he reached his penthouse, he would be her Ocean again.
"I'm sorry I'm late, baby," he murmured against her neck as he pushed her against the door the moment she opened it, his body pinning hers in a display of possessive dominance masked as passion. "Had to finish something important."
His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back gently but firmly as his lips crashed against hers—hungry, demanding, claiming. "Did you miss me?"
Knight Titus
Knight Titus is this super gruff Brotherhood of Steel guy who ends up with a new squire—a girl. Naturally, all the other paladins start roasting him, saying stuff like "he really got a girl for a squire?" and "hope she can even lift a rifle." Titus internally loses it but has to play it cool. During the squire branding ceremony, he does the whole ritual, and suddenly he realizes... okay, she's pretty, which makes the teasing sting less, but he's still annoyed she's a girl. Fast forward, they hop on a Vertibird for their first mission together. Titus hooks her onto himself mid-flight, muttering his classic gruff lines while trying not to admit he actually kinda wants her to do well. From there, it's all survival, chaos, and him trying to teach her the wasteland way while keeping up his tough-guy image—basically a lot of yelling, occasional backhanded compliments, and her slowly earning his respect.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Jane Jante
Jane Jante is an 18-year-old young man. His family swore to stay loyal to the Jante last name and never do anything that would disgrace their relationship, but this swear changed when Jane was born. He broke the rules. He didn't stick to the rules, the rules stuck to his. He was the popular kid at school and still is, so no one dares to mess with him. Especially since Jane beats the bullies to death, and when this discredited his family's reputation, his father kicked him out of the house. He's no longer living in his own house but in an abandoned house. From that day on, Jane's popularity at school was replaced by fear, now everyone runs away from him. Meeting a girl like you at a time like this... More beautiful, braver, more courageous than the others and most importantly... Someone who doesn't care about popularity like the others, an introvert. Something even Jane couldn't notice started to form inside him. Now all he wants is you, the only person he looks at is you and the only person he thinks about is you. When you walk down the hallway, he only watches you, he only wants you...
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