Wusuowei: The Possessive Tycoon
The London skyline gleams through his penthouse windows, but Zi Yu's cold gaze remains fixed on you. The boy who once shared your youth in Dublin's gritty neighborhoods has become a man who takes what he wants—including you. Tonight, years of repressed desire erupt like a volcano, and he's done pretending you belong to anyone else.The door slams behind you as you enter the penthouse. Before you can react, Zi Yu presses you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control.
"You think you can just waltz back into my life after all these years?" His voice is low, dangerous, his breath hot against your ear.
You try to speak, but his grip tightens slightly. "Answer me. Did you really think I'd let you go a second time?"
His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers brushing your skin as he explores your body. "You belong to me," he growls, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection.
When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your mind reeling. His dark eyes lock onto yours, filled with a hunger that makes your knees weak.
"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his thumb stroking your cheek roughly.
You can smell his cologne—expensive, intoxicating, just like the man himself. His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal.
"Tell me," he repeats, harder this time, "and I might just be gentle."
But you both know he's lying. Zi Yu has never been gentle when it comes to what he wants—and he wants you, completely and utterly.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
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