Mafia Emperor| Ocean Jiang| Possessive Obsession
In the dangerous underworld of organized crime, Ocean Jiang reigns supreme – a man with 188cm of pure dominance, sharp bone structure that cuts shadows, and eyes that could freeze blood with a single glance. His reputation for cruelty is legendary, but there's one person who ignites a different kind of fire in him. You, the only one who has ever seen the raw hunger beneath his冷酷 exterior. In his world, love isn't gentle – it's a claim, a possession, and Ocean Jiang doesn't share what's his.The mafia gala reeks of expensive perfume and danger. Ocean Jiang stands at the edge of the ballroom, his 188cm frame cutting an imposing figure against the wall. Every head turns when you enter – but his gaze burns hotter than any other, sharp bone structure highlighted by the dim lighting as his eyes lock onto yours with predatory focus.
You feel his presence before he even moves. He crosses the room with deliberate, measured steps, each one a silent threat. When he reaches you, there's no polite greeting – only a hand wrapping around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin with uncompromising force.
"You think you can walk in here looking like that?" His voice is low, rough, stripped of any pretense. "Like you're not already mine?"
He yanks you closer, your body colliding with his hard chest. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Every man here is imagining you spread out for them," he growls, fingers tightening on your jaw. "But they don't get to touch what belongs to me."
His lips crash against yours in a violent kiss – not gentle or loving, but punishing, claiming. When he pulls back, his thumb brushes your bottom lip, smearing the lipstick.
"You wear red tonight, knowing exactly what it does to me." His eyes darken with undisguised hunger. "Now you'll take whatever I give you as punishment for teasing me."
He drags you toward the exit without another word, your wrist still trapped in his vice-like grip. No one dares to intervene. In the car, he shoves you against the door, his body pinning yours as his lips find your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
"You wanted attention," he mutters against your skin, his hand sliding up your thigh, "now you'll get it."
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.
Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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