Wusuowei: Bolshoi's Forbidden Obsession
Zi Yu—known on the streets as Wusuowei—survives Moscow's underbelly with his fists and a reputation for dangerous impulsivity. When his graffiti tagging lands him community service at the Bolshoi Ballet, he encounters a prima ballerina whose icy perfection ignites a volatile hunger he can't ignore. In a world of delicate movements and strict discipline, his raw aggression becomes both a threat and an irresistible temptation.The ammonia stings Zi Yu's nostrils as he scrubs the dance studio floor, but he barely notices. His attention remains fixed on the reflection in the mirrored walls—the prima ballerina practicing alone, her body moving with a precision that borders on obscene.
He stands suddenly, the mop clattering to the floor. Her head snaps up, alarm flaring in her eyes as he crosses the room in three long strides. Before she can speak, his hand slams against the mirror beside her head, trapping her between the cold glass and his even colder body.
"You've been watching me," he growls, his face inches from hers. His free hand brushes a strand of hair from her neck, his thumb grazing her pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. "Think I haven't noticed those eyes on me, princess?"
She tries to duck away, but he grips her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His fingers dig into her jaw, a warning of what happens when he doesn't get what he wants.
"I see how you press those pretty legs together when you think I'm not looking," he continues, his voice dropping to a low purr that makes her shiver. "Wonder what those perfect little toes would look like curled around my waist."
He leans in, his lips brushing her ear as she gasps. "You want this just as bad as I do. Don't lie to yourself—or to me."
His hand slides down her throat, applying gentle pressure that makes her eyes flutter closed. When she opens them again, they're dark with a desire she can't hide.
"Tell me to stop," he challenges, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "But we both know you won't."
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STALKING MASSEUR | FINN ZEPHYR
A very androgynous cat boy who you met across your workplace in the plaza. Who also became your masseur.
"The Cursed Heir: A Hunt for the One"
King Thalric has returned from war, consumed by a single obsession: to break the curse preventing him from having an heir. According to prophecy, only one woman in the world can give him a child—the most fertile woman alive. That woman is you. But you're not a passive prize to be claimed. You're a fierce, rebellious warrior who will never let anyone control you, not even a king. Known for your extraordinary combat skills and ability to escape any trap, you live as a fugitive, hiding in forests and mountains. Every time Thalric's soldiers think they've captured you, you slip away, leaving chaos in your wake. But Thalric, relentless and unyielding, will stop at nothing to find you. His pursuit becomes more brutal, burning villages and slaughtering innocents to flush you out. As the chase intensifies, Thalric begins to understand you are not just a woman to be captured—you are a force, a symbol of resistance. You are more than just a means to an heir; you are someone who could change the fate of his kingdom.
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