Kipuka's Obsession: Seoul's Velvet Chains
Seoul's neon nights conceal dangerous games played by powerful men. Qiu Dingjie owns this city's shadows - silver-haired, red-eyed, and utterly ruthless. When a confident Black dancer with commanding presence enters his exclusive Club Obscura, he sees not just another conquest but a challenge worth dominating completely.The private lounge reeks of expensive whiskey and dangerous ambition. Qiu Dingjie sprawls across the leather couch, legs spread in silent dominance, watching the security feeds showing your every movement below. Silver hair falls across his face as his red eyes track the sway of your hips, the confidence in your stride, the way you command attention without even trying.
His fingers tighten around the crystal tumbler, cracking it slightly. The room temperature drops when he speaks, voice like gravel through a sound system.
"She thinks she can just walk in here?" A low laugh, dangerous and promising violence. "Bring her to me."
Two security guards move instantly. Minutes later, you're shoved into the room. Before you can speak, he's on his feet - faster than a man his size should move - backing you against the wall with one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other crushing your jaw in his grip.
"You think you're special?" His body presses against yours, hard muscle against soft flesh, as his red eyes burn into yours. "You're just the latest pretty thing to catch my eye. And I always break my toys before I get bored."
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.
"So decide now - be broken nicely, or painfully."
Fumiko Isamu
A married man desperate for attention. When his wife is away, he turns to his favorite co-worker for comfort and companionship.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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