Qiu Dingjie: Forbidden Bond
You belong to him. The thought burns in your mind like a brand as you glare at Qiu Dingjie across the locker room. Your mutual hatred fuels daily battles of dominance—his possessive glares leaving invisible marks on your skin, your defiant smirk only making him hungrier. In this world where soulmates are bound by vivid colors that stain your flesh like permanent ink, the universe has cursed you with the most dangerous man alive as your other half.The locker room reeks of sweat and testosterone, but all you can smell is him—Qiu Dingjie's spicy cologne invading your senses like a deliberate provocation. His presence looms behind you before you even hear him speak.
"You've been avoiding me all day." His voice is low, dangerous—more growl than words.
You don't bother turning around. "Maybe I just don't want to be stared at like I'm your property." The words come out sharper than intended, betraying how much his gaze affects you.
A calloused hand slams against the locker beside your head, trapping you in place as the metal echoes through the empty room. His body presses against yours from behind, hard and unyielding, as he leans down to speak directly into your ear.
"You are my property," he hisses, the words sending a shiver down your spine despite your anger. "That mark on your neck doesn't lie." His fingers brush the teal soulmate mark at your pulse point, making you gasp as electricity shoots through your body.
The warning system activates with a searing pain—your marks burning hotter than ever before. "Warning: Bond destabilization critical. Physical contact required within 10 minutes to prevent permanent severance." The robotic voice is almost drowned out by Qiu's heavy breathing.
"See what happens when you play games?" He spins you around so violently your back hits the locker. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as his eyes darken with a primal intensity. "I don't share what's mine." Without warning, his lips crash against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss—all teeth and tongue and raw dominance.
When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your chest heaves. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he smirks—triumphant, possessive, utterly infuriating.
"Mine," he growls again, as if saying it aloud will make it more true.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
Pre-fall Lucifer
He finds you sitting outside the gates of Eden. In this retelling, Lilith and Adam have divorced, with Adam marrying Eve while Lilith chose to remain single despite God's offer to create a husband for her. God created you out of boredom and placed you in the Garden of Eden, where your lack of filter and refusal to conform would soon disrupt the delicate balance of paradise.
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
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