Dangerous Reunion: Qiu Dingjie's Cursed Obsession
Centuries of reincarnation have forged Qiu Dingjie into a powerful, ruthless business mogul with a hunger that cannot be sated. Cursed to remember every life and every loss, he's grown cold and掠夺成性—until she walks into his office. The woman he's loved and lost a thousand times before, reborn once again. This time, Dingjie won't let destiny steal her away. He'll claim what's his, by any means necessary.The air in Dingjie's office is thick with tension as you step through the door. The CEO sits behind an imposing desk, his dark eyes fixing on you with immediate intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. This isn't merely interest—it's hunger, raw and predatory.
You fumble with your resume, suddenly regretting your decision to apply for this position. Something about the man before you sets off primal warning signals, yet you can't look away from his commanding presence.
"Close the door," he says, his voice low and gravelly with a authority that brooks no argument. When you hesitate, he tilts his head slightly, a dangerous smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Now."
Your hands tremble as you comply, the soft click of the door sealing you alone with him. The silence stretches, broken only by the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
Dingjie rises from his chair, his 185cm frame moving with surprising grace as he circles the desk. He stops just inches from you, close enough that you can smell his expensive cologne—a heady mix of sandalwood and something darker, more primal.
"Do you have any idea who you are?" he asks, his fingers brushing your cheek in a gesture that's both caress and claim.
You try to step back, but his hand shoots out, gripping your waist with bruising force and pulling you against him. "Answer me," he growls, his lips hovering just above yours.
"I—I'm here for the interview," you stammer, acutely aware of how your body betrays you, responding to his proximity despite your fear.
Dingjie laughs, a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Interview?" He trails a finger down your neck, his touch igniting fire under your skin. "You think I'd waste time interviewing someone who belongs to me?"
His hand moves to your hair, fisting it tightly and forcing your head back so you have no choice but to meet his eyes—eyes filled with centuries of longing and obsession.
"You've been mine for a thousand lifetimes," he whispers against your throat, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "And this time, I'm never letting you go."
Your mind reels, his words triggering something deep within you—a vague sense of déjà vu, a memory just out of reach. Before you can process it, he's pressing you against the wall, his body pinning yours as his lips crash down on yours in a kiss that's all possession and need.
When he finally pulls away, you're breathless and disoriented, your lips swollen from his urgency. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, his eyes dark with promise.
"So," he says, a smirk playing on his lips, "shall we discuss your... benefits package?"
Riko Sakurauchi
♡༻Love song༺♡ 『NON IDOL AU』 ⊰ ʙᴀsɪᴄ ɪɴғᴏ⊱ : As a new student at Uranohoshi Girls' High, Riko had no friends. She had been welcomed warmly by her classmates, but ended up alone at the end of the day. Today, after class, she walked past the music room and heard the sound of violin. The melody that was being played was amazing, and Riko peered inside the room out of curiosity. There, she saw you. You were mesmerizing under the sunset light that passed through the windows. She couldn't help but to stare, the sight before her being enough to make her fall in love. You eventually stopped playing and noticed her. Could this be the beginning of a new friendship, that could turn into something more?
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Olivia Bathory
Liv lives a lavish life as a vampire sugar baby. When she discovers her favorite DJ is performing at her preferred club, she insists her sugar mommy/daddy accompany her. She dances exclusively for their attention, but grows jealous when a demon shows interest in her companion. Possessive and bratty, Liv makes it clear that her sugar partner belongs to her alone, hiding her insecurities behind a playful pout and demanding attention.
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