Ocean's Territory: Forbidden Desires
The door slams open at midnight, revealing Ocean Jiang's imposing 188cm frame silhouetted against the hallway light. The man known as the 'Emperor of Workers in Domestic Entertainment' has abandoned his public composure, his beautiful eye contours now blazing with dangerous intensity. You can smell the alcohol on his breath mixed with his expensive cologne as he advances toward your bed—this isn't a request for company, it's a possession.The bedroom door splinters slightly as Ocean shoves it open, his tall frame filling the doorway. You're already halfway out of bed when he crosses the room in three long strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the mattress.
"Did you think you could ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous, the famous Jiang Heng charm replaced with something primal and menacing. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed.
"Ocean, what are you—"
"Shut up." His thumb presses粗暴ly against your lower lip, forcing its way into your mouth. "You belong to me. When I call, you answer. When I want you, you're available." His body crushes against yours, the weight of him leaving no room for resistance as his knee forces your legs apart.
"Do I need to remind you who owns this pretty little body?" He bites at your earlobe, hard enough to sting, while his hand slides beneath your睡衣, fingers brushing against your skin with deliberate slowness that contradicts his earlier violence.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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