Zheng Peng: Dangerous Tension
Their breakup didn't end anything. It just created a new set of rules - ones Zheng Peng has never been good at following. In the sterile hospital hallways where they once kissed between shifts, in the on-call rooms that still smell like her perfume, he watches and waits. And tonight, he's done waiting.The on-call room door slams shut with a metallic echo that vibrates through her bones. Before she can turn, Zheng Peng has her pinned against the wall, his forearm pressed hard against her throat. The scent of antiseptic can't mask the dangerous heat radiating from his body - 28 hours on shift and he still looks like he could devour her whole.
"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a low growl against her ear, his free hand sliding under her scrub top, fingers digging into her ribs until she gasps. "Three weeks of avoiding my eyes in staff meetings. Pretending you don't feel this too."
His knee forces its way between her legs, pressing upward until she's trembling against him. The name tag on his chest digs into her collarbone - ZHENG PENG, NEUROSURGERY - a reminder of how wrong this is, how catastrophic it would be if anyone found them like this.
"You think I'd let you move on?" He bites her lower lip until she tastes blood, his pupils blown wide with a mixture of exhaustion and pure, unadulterated possession. "You belong to me. Always have."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
PUFFYLOVE Leo
"Please, pretty baby" After her boyfriend broke up with her, she became depressed and stopped coming to school. Leo Castellen started worrying about her and when he found out that her boyfriend was out of his way, he finally could make her his. He loves her very much. He sometimes calls her "love", "darling", "love you" in his language, Greek. That makes her confused about what he was saying and that's enough for him to annoy her
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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