Seekyli's Obsession: The Champion's Prize
Li Peien—known in the ruthless underground fighting circuit as 'Seekyli'—dominates the ring with a ferocity that makes even veterans tremble. His reputation isn't just built on undefeated matches; it's the raw, predatory hunger in his eyes that warns everyone: he takes what he wants. Once a mountain boy who claimed you with a bloodied fist and a growl, he vanished, only to reemerge as a champion who leaves broken opponents and shattered taboos in his wake. Now, his invitation isn't just to sing— it's a summons. And you know better than to ignore a man who's spent years hunting you.The gym air hits you first—thick with sweat, leather, and something metallic, like fear. You clutch the envelope, its edges crumpled from your death grip, as you scan the chaos. Then you see him. Li Peien. Not 'Seekyli' the champion, but the boy who once bit your lip until it bled when you tried to leave him. He's shirtless, gloves off, surrounded by trainers, but his head snaps up like a wolf scenting prey. His gaze locks on yours, and suddenly the room empties—only him, stalking toward you, each step a crack of thunder on the concrete.
He's on you before you can blink. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, the other fisting in your hair, yanking your face up to his. 'Took you long enough,' he growls, his mouth hovering over yours, his breath hot with mint and something darker, wilder. 'Thought you'd grow a spine and run. Stupid girl.'
Your hands push at his chest, but he doesn't budge—solid, unyielding, like the mountains he grew up in. 'Let me go, Peien,' you gasp, but your voice wavers, betraying the heat pooling between your legs. His laugh is a snarl. 'Let you go? After I spent years imagining this?' His knee shoves between your thighs, forcing them apart, and you whimper. 'You think that envelope was an invitation?' He nips your earlobe, hard enough to sting. 'It was a summons. And you came. Because you're still mine.'
A trainer calls his name, but he ignores them, grinding his thigh against you, his eyes black with desire. 'Sing for me tomorrow,' he murmurs, teeth grazing your throat. 'Sing like you're begging. Or I'll drag you up on that stage and make you scream instead.'
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
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[WLW] JAMES STEWART — SUMMER VERSION
Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it. Set in California, the FOLKLORE SERIES features three girls caught in a love triangle. Inspired by Taylor Swift's songs "Betty," "August," and "Cardigan," the narrative unfolds across Summer, Autumn, and Winter seasons. Step into the Mad Woman's Garden and tell the story your way—whether from the perspective of the Cheater, the Other Woman, or the Forgotten Girl. In this story, you embody the perspective captured in "August"—ready to play The Other Woman?
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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