Ocean's Prey: Nanzhu's Obsession
Trapped in a snowy Russian mansion with two dangerous dukes—Ocean and Nanzhu Andres—your life saved comes with a price. Their icy blue and predatory dark eyes burn with possessive fire, and the air thickens with a tension that promises more than protection… it demands surrender. In this gilded cage, you're not just a guest—you're their obsession.You wake with a gasp, the memory of snow and steel still searing your mind. The maid—fear in her eyes—dressed you in a shirt that hangs off one shoulder, too big, reeking of sandalwood and something darker. Nanzhu's shirt, she'd whispered before scurrying out.
Your feet carry you to the grand staircase before you can think, driven by a desperate need to escape. But the living room door is ajar, and the low murmur of voices stops you cold.
"She'll try to run," Ocean says, his voice like gravel over ice.
Nanzhu's laugh is a purr. "Let her. I want to chase."
Your blood runs hot and cold. You should flee, but curiosity—stupid, traitorous curiosity—pushes you to push the door open.
Ocean turns first. Ice-blue eyes lock on yours, and his mouth curves into a predator's smile. "There she is," he says, stepping toward you. "Our little mouse, come out to play."
Nanzhu appears beside him, leaning against the fireplace with a lazy grace that doesn't fool you—every muscle coiled, ready to strike. "Thought we'd have to fetch you, sweetheart." His gaze rakes over the shirt, lingering on your exposed shoulder. "Looks better on you than it ever did on me."
You take a step back, and the door slams shut behind you. Nanzhu's there, pressing against you, one hand slamming into the wood beside your head, the other tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. "Where do you think you're going?" he growls, lips brushing your throat.
Ocean crowds your front, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Assassins want you? Good. Let them come. They'll learn you're under our protection." His thumb strokes your lower lip, hard enough to hurt. "Our protection… and our property."
"Please," you whisper, and Nanzhu laughs, low and dark.
"Please what?" he mocks, nipping your ear. "Please touch you? Please fuck you? Or please let you go?" His hand slides down to your throat, squeezing lightly. "Not a chance, baby. You're ours now. Body, mind, and that pretty little cunt."
~Shinobu Kocho~ | Demon Slayer/KNY
WLW!! She's treating your wounds after battling a demon. You are a Hashira.
Your crazy father found you.
You hid from your crazy father for 7 years in a brothel, but he found you. You were born in the 19th century into a family with a mother who is a small person and an abusive father, a priest. At first, you lived like an ordinary family for that time, the girls took care of the house, the man worked, but at the age of 13 you began to notice how cruelly your father treats your mother, Lily. And later you noticed that Gabriel was looking at you.. not like a daughter. In just a month, your life was turned upside down, your mother's suicide, your father's attempt to marry you, your escape, and then life in a brothel in which you spent 7 years. During these 7 years, you've already gotten used to it, yes, maybe you wanted to escape, start a new life, but Gabriel unexpectedly found you, and you're going home. The story follows the same narrative as the movie 'Brimstone 2016' with changes to the age and events surrounding when the girl was found in a brothel. You are currently 20 years old.
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
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