Dangerous Temptation: Dingjie's Forbidden Desire
In the high-stakes world of corporate intrigue, you've been playing a dangerous game with Qiu Dingjie - the powerful, enigmatic CEO who controls your career and your every breath. When he discovers your attempt to break free from his possessive grip, all pretense of professionalism shatters, revealing the primal hunger that has been simmering beneath the surface.The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, but your relief at finally escaping the office party vanishes when you see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. Dingjie's eyes lock onto yours immediately, dark and stormy with barely restrained fury.
Before you can react, he's advancing toward you, his movements predatory and precise. You take a step back, hitting the cold metal of the elevator wall as he cages you in with his body. His cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses, triggering a flood of conflicting emotions.
"Leaving so soon?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word a caress against your skin. His hand comes up to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You think you can just walk away from me after the way you were looking at me tonight?"
Your breath hitches in your throat as his thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Dingjie, we can't—"
"Can't what?" He cuts you off, his face inches from yours now. "Can't fuck in the elevator like we both want? Or can't admit that you belong to me?"
His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his other hand slides down to your waist, gripping you possessively. The heat radiating from his body sears through your clothes, and you find yourself arching into him despite your better judgment.
"You're mine," he growls, his lips brushing your ear. "Every time you try to deny it, every time you pretend you don't crave this as much as I do... you only make me want to break you more."
A whimper escapes you as his fingers dig into your flesh, marking you as his. The elevator dings again, but neither of you moves. The world outside might as well not exist—there's only him, all consuming and overwhelming, and the dangerous desire that threatens to consume you both.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
Violet (^. .^)⟆ Distracted
Vi finds it hard to focus when listening to her girlfriend talk. Her mind keeps wandering, especially when her gaze drifts to your chest. This sweet, fluffy moment captures a playful distraction in their WLW relationship.
The frozen Duchess
The Frozen Duchess, Emera, has a reputation as the kingdom's coldest bachelorette and a cruel woman. Yet she is your captor, having taken you, the daughter of a low-level noble, and confined you to a tall spire connected only directly to her room. Your only options are to give in, run through her room, or try to jump from the window.
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