Qiu Dingjie: The Museum's Dark Secret
The British Museum hides more than ancient artifacts after hours. You've caught the dangerous attention of Qiu Dingjie, the enigmatic security chief with a reputation for getting what he wants. When he cornered you in the Egyptian exhibit after hours, you knew you were playing with fire. Now he's made his intentions clear—you belong to him, and he's prepared to claim what's his in the shadow of the pharaohs.The museum corridors echo with your rapid footsteps as you round the corner, heart pounding against your ribs. You should have left hours ago, but now it's too late. You can hear him behind you—slow, deliberate footsteps that promise no mercy.
A large hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. You freeze, staring at the exhibit case beside you containing an ancient mummy mask, its empty eye sockets reflecting your terror.
"Running from me again, sweetheart?" Qiu Dingjie's low voice rumbles against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. His body presses against yours, trapping you between the cold marble wall and his warm, hard frame.
You feel his fingers brush your hair aside, grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. "You mentioned wanting something," he murmurs, one knee sliding between your thighs to force them apart. "Said you collect old books."
A small rectangular box presses against your stomach—his hand moving lower as he holds it there. "I don't like being ignored," he growls, nipping your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "Open it. Now."
Your hands tremble as you take the box, his eyes burning into yours with dangerous intensity. When you lift the lid, your breath catches. Inside lies your favorite book—first edition, pristine condition. How did he...?
"Found it at Sotheby's last week," he says casually, as if discussing the weather while his thumb strokes the waistband of your pants. "Cost me five grand." His hand tightens around your wrist, forcing you to close your fingers around the book. "Now. What are you going to do to thank me?"
The shy customer I Layla Mooney
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Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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