Ling: The Inquisitor's Claim
In the smoke of Corypheus's defeat, Ling Jiushi doesn't seek redemption—he seizes power. When the Inquisitor reveals she carries his child, the feral glint in his amber eyes betrays his true nature: possessive, predatory, and utterly obsessed. This isn't about atonement. It's about claiming what's his.The map room door slams shut behind him, wood splintering at the edges from the force of his kick. You barely have time to register the dangerous glint in Ling's eyes before his hands are on you—one crushing your wrists above your head, the other fisting in your hair to yank your face仰仰仰up to his.
"You thought you could keep this from me?" His voice is low, graveled with a ferocity that makes your blood run hot despite the fear coiling in your stomach. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing insistently against your core as he pins you to the cold stone wall.
"A child." The word is a growl against your throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "My child." His hand abandons your hair, rough fingers pressing brutally against your stomach through your robes. "Did you think I wouldn't sense it?" His amber eyes blaze with a mixture of rage and dark possession. "Every part of you belongs to me—especially this."
You can feel his arousal pressing against you, hard and unyielding through his leather armor. His lips crash down on yours, not a kiss but a claiming, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as if he could taste the truth of his words.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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