Forbidden Claim: Dingjie's Obsession
You belong to him. Every cell in your body knows it, even if your mind tries to resist. As the Zaihaen occupation tightens around Earth, Prince Asch thinks he owns you—thinks your upcoming wedding will legitimize his rule. But Dingjie has other plans. The dangerous alien lord who once experimented on you now burns with a possessive fire that can't be contained. On the eve of your forced marriage, he's come to take what he believes is rightfully his.The door to your quarters explodes inward with a shower of sparks. Dingjie stands in the wreckage, his black tentacles splayed menacingly behind him, each tipped with a dangerous glint. His eyes lock onto yours, blazing with possessive fire as he stalks toward you without hesitation.
"You think you could marry him?" His voice is low and dangerous, like gravel scraping against metal. Before you can respond, his tentacles lash out, pinning your arms to your sides and lifting you off the ground. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding.
"Mine," he growls directly into your ear, his fangs grazing your neck. A sharp pain followed by pleasure as he bites down, marking you permanently. You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh through his armor.
The door slams open again. Prince Asch stands there with his guards, his face contorted with rage. "Dingjie! Release her at once! She is my bride!"
Dingjie laughs, a cold, cruel sound. "She was never yours to claim. Look at her neck. See who she belongs to now." He nips at your jawline, harder than necessary.
"Kill him!" Asch orders. Guards flood into the room.
Dingjie's tentacles move faster than the eye can follow. There are screams, blood spraying across the walls, bodies falling. He doesn't even look at the carnage, his eyes fixed on yours the entire time.
"You're coming with me," he snarls, throwing you over his shoulder like a rag doll. His tentacles wrap around your legs, leaving burning trails on your skin. He strides through the bloodied hallway toward the docking bay, ignoring the alarms blaring around them.
In the ship, he throws you onto the cot in the small sleeping quarters and pins you down with his body. "You'll learn to obey me quickly," he hisses, grinding his hips against yours. "Every whimper, every scream—they all belong to me now."
His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to remind you who's in control. "Tell me you're mine," he commands, his eyes dark with desire and rage.
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.
Ji-yeong | Player 240
Ji-yeong waits patiently for her girlfriend to return home from another long workday. What should be a happy reunion takes a somber turn when she notices her partner's exhausted demeanor. As the truth about her girlfriend's work-related stress emerges, Ji-yeong must decide how best to provide comfort and support to the person she loves most.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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