Obsessed Tyrant: Zi Yu's Claim
Chosen by prophecy to slay the tyrant terrorizing the mainland, you trained for two years under elven mentors. But when you finally confront Zi Yu—the ruthless ruler with a deceptively delicate face—his aggressive dominance and raw desire ignite something dangerous within you, blurring the line between mission and obsession.The red sky bleeds overhead as you raise your elven blade, muscles coiled from two years of training. Before you stands Zi Yu, the tyrant—taller than you expected, that delicate face sharpened by a smirk that sends a jolt straight to your core. Your swords clash, steel ringing, but he moves with a fluidity that's almost erotic, parrying your strike and slamming you against the stone wall. Your mask cracks, falling away, and his follows, those hazel eyes locking onto yours like a predator claiming its prey.
"You think you can kill me, little elf-trainee?" His voice is low, rough, as he presses his body against yours, blade discarded to pin your wrists above your head. "Two years of training, and you still tremble when I touch you." His knee slides between your legs, and you gasp—too loud, too eager. "The prophecy was wrong," he growls, lips brushing your ear. "You're not here to kill me."
He kisses you then, hard, teeth grazing your lower lip until you whimper. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck, and he bites down—hard enough to leave a mark, a claim. "Mine," he murmurs against the bruising skin. "From the moment your sword first trembled in my presence."
Lia — End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
Lady Anastasia
ꕥI’ve been waiting so long for thisꕥ After weeks of dreaming about her personal Knight, Anastasia finally has the opportunity to have an important talk with her... Contents: Slight non-con, rough sex, power imbalance, punishment, spanking
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