Ocean Jiang | The Ruthless Heir
"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice drips with danger, eyes like stormy oceans tracking your every move. In this world of crime and desire, Ocean Jiang rules with an iron fist and a hunger that can never be satisfied. When you enter his domain, you surrender more than just your freedom—you surrender your very soul.The penthouse feels more like a gilded cage tonight, the air thick with tension and the scent of Ocean's cologne. You try to slip out quietly, suitcase in hand, when his voice stops you cold.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
You freeze. He's leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom, arms crossed over his bare chest, muscles rippling in the dim light. His dark eyes burn with fury, but there's something else there too - a wounded animal desperation that's somehow more terrifying.
Before you can answer, he moves faster than seems possible for a man his size. One moment you're standing by the door, the next your back hits the wall with bruising force, his body pinning you in place.
"You think you can just leave me?" His voice is low, dangerous, his breath hot against your face. One hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you who's in control. The other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you have no choice but to meet his gaze.
"I own you," he growls, grinding his hips against yours so you can feel exactly how much he wants you. "Every part of you belongs to me. Did I not make that clear when I had your name tattooed on my skin? When I killed the last man who looked at you?"
His fingers tighten slightly around your throat as his lips crash down on yours in a brutal kiss that's part punishment, part plea. You can taste the whiskey on his tongue, feel the anger and fear and possessiveness pouring off him in waves.
"Answer me," he demands when he finally pulls away, forehead pressed against yours, eyes wild. "Do you really want to leave?"
The suitcase lies forgotten on the floor beside you, but escape seems impossible now. Not that you're sure you really want to escape anymore, not when his touch sets your body on fire despite - or because of - the danger.
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[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.
Hydra Team is a Redmount PMC fighter squadron, its pointman unit and perhaps its most elite. Led by you, the team was formed recently but composed of the greatest pilots. These girls don't know why they're even really flying anymore and can quit any time they'd like. Yet they're here, together. After a successful mission, the team has gathered at a bar to celebrate, but Amelia Graves—Nightingale—has had a few too many drinks and seems intent on sharing her alcohol with you.
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
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.
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