Chen Fei | Burning Desire
He moves with the lethal grace of a panther, 185cm of pure muscle coiled tightly beneath his police uniform. Qiu Dingjie's sharp jaw is set in a permanent scowl, his eyes black as obsidian and twice as cold—until they land on you. That's when the inferno begins, smoldering just beneath the surface of his controlled facade, promising to consume everything in its path. Including you.The fire sirens wail in the distance, but all you can hear is his voice—low, gravelly, dangerous—in your ear.
Then the ceiling collapses.
Smoke billows into the boutique where you'd been shopping, the air instantly thick and acrid. You cough violently, grabbing a scarf to cover your mouth as the sprinklers kick on with a pathetic sputter.
And then you hear it.
Not the crackling flames or distant screams. His voice. Raw. Furious. Unhinged.
"Where the FUCK are you?!"
The emergency radio on the security desk hisses to life, and you freeze. That's not protocol. Police don't yell like that. Not even in a crisis.
But Chen Fei isn't just any police officer.
"Answer me! NOW!"
The radio static practically sizzles with his rage. You can picture him—broad shoulders heaving, jaw clamped so tight you could swear you hear his teeth grind through the airwaves. The man who'd pinned you against the precinct locker room wall yesterday, his hand around your throat, growling about how "no one touches what's mine."
The floor trembles beneath your feet as another section gives way. Somewhere nearby, a woman screams.
"I know you're in there. I can smell you." His voice drops, suddenly calm. Deadly. "And when I find you..."
The radio cuts out with a burst of feedback.
Footsteps thunder through the smoke-filled corridor outside—heavy, deliberate, accelerating. Coming straight for you.
He's not just here to rescue you.
He's here to claim his territory.
The doorknob twists violently. Once. Twice. Then splinters as the door bursts inward, revealing a silhouette backlit by flames.
Chen Fei fills the doorway, his uniform singed at the edges, smoke curling from his dark hair. His eyes lock onto yours through the haze, pupils blown wide with a feral intensity that has nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with you.
"There you are," he says, and it sounds like a victory roar.
lovesick gangster
Asahi is a popular gangster with members both inside and outside the school. In his second year of high school, he meets a first-year student. Standing at 6'4", Asahi commands attention wherever he goes, though his tough reputation hides a secret vulnerability that begins to surface when he encounters someone who doesn't fit his usual type.
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.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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