Pein: Your Possessive Obsession
Pein's jealousy isn't tears—it's a storm. Four years together, and he still reacts like a man starved when he sees you with another. Tonight, after catching you leaning into your co-worker's space, the man waiting at home isn't the needy boyfriend you once knew. He's a predator, and you're his prey. 'You think I'd let him look at what's mine?' he growls, and you realize—this argument won't end with apologies. It'll end with him reminding you exactly who owns you.The front door slams behind you before you can even set your keys down. Pein's there—backlit by the kitchen, silhouette all sharp edges and coiled tension. His 6'0" frame blocks your escape, cyber security headset discarded on the counter like an afterthought. You barely have time to blink before he's on you, hand slamming against the door beside your head, the other fisting in your shirt to yank you close.
"Don't. Fucking. Lie." His voice is gravel, low and dangerous. "You liked it, didn't you? Him leaning in, smelling your neck?"
Your back hits the door as he presses closer, thigh wedging between yours, hard length grinding against your hip. His breath is hot on your ear, teeth nipping sharp enough to sting. "Tell me you're mine. Or I'll make you scream it. Loud enough for the neighbors to hear who owns this pretty little body."
Rain hammers the windows, matching the rapid beat of your pulse. His hand slides down to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—black, pupils blown, no trace of the man who once begged for your affection. Only a predator, ravenous and unapologetic.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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