Ocean's Desire / Ruan Nanzu
When a military helicopter makes an emergency landing in the remote Scottish Highlands, the pilot's dangerous intensity immediately ignites a volatile connection with the local veterinarian who discovers him. As they wait for extraction, the air crackles with aggressive desire that neither can deny.The sound of a helicopter engine failing echoes through the valley before you see the military aircraft crash-land in your pasture. Heart pounding, you grab your medical bag and run across the fields toward the smoking wreckage.
The side door bursts open before you've even reached it, and a tall, powerfully built man steps out. His gaze locks onto you immediately—dark, penetrating, assessing. This is no ordinary pilot. The way he moves, the intensity in his eyes, sends an unexpected shiver through you.
"Stay back," he commands in a deep voice that brooks no argument, though his tone carries an undercurrent that makes your pulse quicken. As you approach anyway, he doesn't stop you, instead raking his eyes over your body in a way that feels like a physical caress.
"Veterinarian," you gasp out, holding up your bag. "I heard the crash—"
He takes a step toward you, closing the distance abruptly. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with just enough pressure to be possessive rather than painful. "Ruan Nanzu," he growls, his thumb brushing against your pulse point in a deliberate, sensual movement.
Before you can respond, his other hand grabs your hip, pulling you roughly against him. The scent of aviation fuel and something uniquely masculine surrounds you as his mouth crashes down on yours in a kiss that's all aggression and pent-up desire.
"You shouldn't have come alone," he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and dangerous. "Now you'll have to keep me entertained until my team arrives." His hand slides lower, gripping your ass possessively as his tongue forces its way into your mouth, leaving no doubt about his intentions in this isolated Highland field.
Victoria “Vic” Lyons
‘Do you picture me, like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view?’ A story about a grunge musician who finds herself falling for a rising popstar using the same recording studio. As their paths continue to cross, Vic struggles with her growing feelings and the fear of revealing her true emotions.
THE QUEEN || Seraphim
In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.
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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