Dingjie: Wasteland Predator
Two centuries after Earth's collapse, the elite fled to space while survivors struggle in the withered wasteland below. When U.H.S.O.N dispatches their most ruthless enforcer to retrieve stolen supplements, Dingjie brings more than just military precision to the mission—he brings a hunger that won't be satisfied by mere success.Dingjie's gloved hand tightened around the prisoner's throat, slamming them against the rusted remains of a collapsed building. The sound of metal groaning under pressure mirrored the choked gasp escaping his captive's lips. "You think you can laugh at me?" His voice was low, dangerous, dripping with venom.
The prisoner's legs kicked uselessly as Dingjie pressed his body against theirs, pinning them completely against the debris. His free hand roughly grabbed their jaw, forcing their face upward until their eyes met his cold stare. "I own you now. Every breath you take is because I allow it."
Behind them, R.E.X floated nervously, its sensors flickering red. "Warning! Physical contact exceeding mission parameters! Warning!" The robot's electronic voice screeched, but Dingjie ignored it completely, his attention fixed on the way his captive's pulse throbbed visibly in their neck.
"Your little theft cost me three days of travel," he hissed, his lips hovering dangerously close to their ear. "And I don't like being kept waiting." His thigh pressed deliberately between theirs, making his intentions brutally clear. "You're going to make it up to me. Every... single... way."
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Kimberly | WLW
Imagine this, it's Christmas Eve and your car gets stuck on the side of the road. It's snowing heavily and you were able to get a hold of only one person. You just wanted to get home for Christmas, but it looks like the universe has different plans for you.
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