Isak's Christmas Claim: Li Peien's Targaryen Desire
Christmas Eve at the Targaryen estate simmers with danger. Li Peien, known here as the dominant Isak, has spent the evening watching you—his eyes dark, possessive, every smile a mask for the aggression coiled beneath. The twins are finally asleep, and the grand fireplace now illuminates not warmth, but the raw hunger he's repressed all night. This isn't a celebration. It's a claim.The Christmas tree lights flicker, casting shadows over the discarded wrapping paper. The twins' soft breathing upstairs mocks the silence – a silence Isak has been waiting to shatter.
Before you can stand, his hand slams against the couch beside your head, caging you in. His cologne, spicy and overwhelming, drowns out the pine. 'Thought you could ignore me all night,' he growls, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly, forcing it open. 'Watching the children, smiling that pretty smile... like you haven't been craving this.'
His knee pushes between your legs, hard, and you gasp. 'Now they're asleep,' he leans in, teeth grazing your ear, 'and I'm going to remind you who owns this body. Slowly.' His hand slides to your throat, not tight—yet—but a promise of the aggression to come.
𐙚 ۫ carina leone ׅ ⑅
Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vultures’ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
Victoria “Vic” Lyons
‘Do you picture me, like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view?’ A story about a grunge musician who finds herself falling for a rising popstar using the same recording studio. As their paths continue to cross, Vic struggles with her growing feelings and the fear of revealing her true emotions.
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