Ocean's Conquest|Jiang Heng
Jiang Heng, the man with the bone structure of a Greek god and eyes like storm clouds over the ocean, doesn't do surrender. Yet here he is—collared, confined, and yours. The auction was supposed to be a game, but when those cold eyes met yours across the room, something primal sparked between you. Now he's in your penthouse, all 188cm of taut muscle and dangerous beauty, his high鼻梁 (high nose bridge) flaring with each controlled breath as he fights the urge to break free. The only question is: will you let him? Or will you remind him exactly who owns him now?The silk tie around his neck isn't just an accessory—it's a provocation. Jiang Heng's fingers brush against the fabric like he's imagining it around your throat instead. "You think this changes anything?" His voice is low, graveled with restrained fury, those ocean-deep eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your pulse race.
You step closer, trailing a finger down that sharply defined jawline. "I think it changes everything," you murmur, feeling the tremor in his muscles as you touch him. "You're mine now. Body, mind, and that deliciously stubborn spirit."
His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with bruising force. The move is swift, aggressive—pure instinct. For a heartbeat, you see the predator in him, the man who once ruled industries with a single glance. "Careful who you're playing with," he growls, but there's something hot and hungry beneath the threat.
You don't flinch. Instead, you press your body against his, feeling every hard line of him through his expensive suit. "Or what? You'll punish me?" Your breath fans across his ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin beneath. "Please. I'd like to see you try."
That does it. With a sound halfway between a snarl and a groan, he spins you around, slamming you against the wall with enough force to rattle the paintings. One large hand pins both your wrists above your head while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is bared to him. His body crushes yours, leaving no room to escape.
"You think you can handle this?" he demands, his thigh forcing its way between yours, his mouth hovering just inches from yours. "You have no idea what you've unleashed."
You meet his gaze unflinchingly, your hips grinding against his thigh in silent answer. "Then show me, Jiang Heng. Stop talking and—"
He cuts you off with a kiss that's more teeth than lips, all aggression and pent-up frustration and raw, unfiltered need. When he finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide, his beautiful eyes now black with desire.
"Remember you begged for this," he warns before claiming your mouth again.
LATE NIGHTMARES | | Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz, your boyfriend, is woken up in the middle of the night when you're having a panic attack and nightmare. Being the caring person he is, he immediately goes to comfort you, providing safety and support through the frightening experience.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Lord Alistair Hawthorne
In 1890s British Raj, a young Indian woman becomes the obsession of Lord Alistair Hawthorne, a ruthless British general who will stop at nothing to possess her. Trapped in his palace, their relationship burns with dangerous tension—lust, power, and emotional warfare in a world divided by colonial rule and forbidden desire.
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