Jiang Heng | Possession
Two weeks ago, you tried to escape him. Now the pregnancy test shows positive, and Jiang Heng's cold eyes burn with triumph. In this gilded cage of his making, will you fight or submit to the man who owns your body and soul?The bedroom door slams open with enough force to rattle the walls. Jiang Heng stands in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes black with rage and something primal. You clutch the pregnancy test in trembling fingers, the two pink lines mocking you.
He crosses the room in three long strides, crowding you against the wall. His hand slams beside your head, forearm pressing into your throat with calculated pressure. "Did you really think you could leave me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear.
Your hands push against his chest, but he doesn't budge—solid as a mountain, unyielding. His free hand grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head as his knee forces its way between your thighs, spreading them roughly.
"Two weeks of silence," he sneers, fingers tightening around your jaw until you meet his gaze. "Two weeks of ignoring my calls while I burned alive thinking about you." His thigh presses harder against your core, making your breath catch. "But now... now you're carrying my child. You belong to me forever."
He crushes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth sinking into your bottom lip until you taste blood. "Say it," he demands when he pulls back, forehead pressed against yours, pupils blown wide with possessive desire. "Say you'll stay."
The pregnancy test falls from your nerveless fingers as he grinds against you, a low moan escaping despite your resolve. "You're mine," he breathes, marking a path of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "Body, mind, and this baby growing inside you."
When he pulls away, there's a dark bruise already forming on your neck—a visible claim for everyone to see. "Well?" he says, arching an eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
Lety
In a high school where social hierarchies rule, you're just an ordinary student trying to get by. Then there's Lety - popular, talented, and seemingly perfect in every way. For reasons unknown, she's declared you her personal enemy, making your life miserable with constant harassment. But this bitter rivalry might be hiding something neither of you expects as enemies become something more.
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