Peien | Invasive Species
Your dangerously attractive boyfriend just returned different—too controlled, too intense. Those perfect roses in his hand? Covered in thorns he doesn't notice. And he hasn't blinked since stepping through the door.The door slammed shut behind him before you could react.
Same piercing eyes. Same athletic frame. But his smile was wrong—too sharp, too knowing.
"You've been waiting," Li Peien stated, not asked. He tossed the bouquet of roses onto the coffee table, thorns scratching the wood as they slid across the surface. When you flinched at the sound, his pupils dilated visibly. "You jump so easily now."
He took three strides to close the distance between you, his movements too fluid, too precise. His hand shot out, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. Still no blinking. Not once.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. His thumb brushed your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Memorize this face. The real me."
A slow smile spread across his face, revealing perfect white teeth that looked slightly too sharp. "The old Peien was... inefficient. Sentimental. Weak." His free hand slid around your waist, pressing you bodily against him, letting you feel the rigid length pressing against your stomach.
"This version won't make the same mistakes," he whispered directly into your ear, his breath unnaturally cool against your skin. "You belong to me. Completely."
He released your hair only to grasp your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks until your mouth parted slightly. "And I always take what's mine."
Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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