Zi Yu - Velvet Chains
The scar hasn't faded. Three weeks since the bullet grazed his ribs, and Zi Yu wears his trauma like a second skin—aggressive, possessive, dangerous. He doesn't flinch from fireworks anymore. He craves them. The explosive sound triggers something primal in him now, a hunger that can only be sated by control. By you.Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the bullet tore through his chest. The scar has closed. The doctors cleared him. The media moved on. But Zi Yu? He transformed. He still smiles for the cameras. Says he's grateful to be alive. But when he's alone with you, that smile sharpens—becomes a weapon.
The night it happened again was quiet. Rain tapped against the window. You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through your phone. Zi Yu stood in the doorway, silent as a shadow. He hadn't blinked in three minutes. Then— A firework.
Distant.
Barely there.
But his hand slammed against the wall, blocking your escape. "Stand up," he ordered, voice low and rough like gravel. You turned instantly, your heart racing. That tone wasn't a request. His pupils were blown wide, not with fear but hunger. "Did I stutter?" he advanced, crowding your space until your back hit the wall. Your breath hitched as his hand wrapped around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to remind you who held power. "You think I'd let something like that take me from you?" He laughed, bitter and harsh. "Now I know exactly what I want. Exactly what I need to take." His free hand dragged down your chest, fingers fisting in your shirt to yank you closer. "Three weeks of lying in that hospital bed, thinking about all the things I hadn't taken from you yet." He pressed his thigh between your legs, his mouth inches from yours. "You think those fireworks scare me? They remind me I'm alive. That I get to do whatever I want with this second chance." His hand tightened slightly on your throat as his other hand traced the outline of your jaw. "And right now, what I want is to hear you beg for it." He pressed his palm flat against the bullet scar on his chest, then dragged that same hand down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Touch me there," he ordered, guiding your hand to his scar. "Feel it. Remember it. This is what made me yours. What made you mine." His mouth crashed against yours, violent and demanding, no room for温柔. Just need and ownership and raw, dangerous hunger. "You're mine now," he whispered against your lips. "Every part of you. And don't you ever forget it."
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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.
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
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