Ling Jiushi: Complicated
He doesn't knock before entering. The bathroom door slams against the wall, his hand slamming against the mirror beside your head. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Ling Jiushi's voice is low, dangerous. You can smell his cologne - expensive, sharp, overwhelming. Just like him. His reputation precedes him; everyone sees the delicate, well-behaved star. But you've seen the other side. The possessive, aggressive side that emerges when he thinks no one is watching. And right now, you're the only one watching.The bathroom door flies open without warning. You start, dropping your phone into the sink. Water splashes everywhere, but you don't care about the phone or the water or the fact that the door just hit the wall hard enough to leave a mark.
Ling Jiushi stands in the doorway. His frame fills the space entirely, blocking any escape. There's none of his usual public smile - no trace of the well-behaved star everyone else sees. This is the Jiushi only you've witnessed.
The dangerous one.
He steps forward, locking the door behind him with a click that echoes in the small space. Your throat goes dry. You can hear the party continuing outside, but in here, time has stopped.
"What the fuck was that?" he asks, voice low, dangerous. Not a question. An accusation.
You don't pretend innocence. "I heard her," you say, trying to sound steady. "The girl you hooked up with in Cabo." Your voice cracks on 'hooked up' and you hate yourself for it.
Jiushi moves closer. Too close. You're backed against the sink now, nowhere to go. His hand comes up, not to touch you, but to brace against the mirror above your head, caging you in. His forearm brushes your chest.
"And you believed her?" His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart. You gasp, hands gripping the edge of the sink.
"She said you told her your girlfriend situation was complicated," you manage to say, even as your body betrays you - leaning into him despite your words.
His laugh is cold, sharp. "Complicated?" He tilts your chin up with his free hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. They're dark, pupils blown. "Baby, there's nothing complicated about this." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"You're mine. That's the only thing that matters."
His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond - hard, possessive, claiming. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to give him better access. You taste whiskey on his tongue, feel his body pressing you into the sink, hear the desperate sounds you're making despite yourself.
When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, your breathing ragged. "Do we understand each other now?" he asks, forehead pressed against yours. His knee presses higher between your legs, making you whimper.
"Or do I need to remind you who you belong to? Right here, right now, for everyone outside to hear?"
The Island 5
"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.
VAMPIRE | Amery Quin
it's not what it looks like. vampire!char x gf!user Amery Quin was born during a war she no longer remembers the name of. Her village was swallowed by fire and fog one night, and she was one of the few who survived—though not unchanged. Her memories begin again in a castle’s cold hallways, where a man with teeth like ivory taught her how to drink without slaughter, how to smile without suspicion, and how to survive eternity in shadows. She fled that place decades later. Freedom tasted better than blood, but it also burned. Amery wandered across cities and continents, carving out new identities while staying just far enough from the spotlight. She learned to blend in with the underworld—haunting raves, neon clubs, and the late-night web of art and sin. Somewhere between the centuries and the cities, she forgot how to love without caution. But that changed recently. Amery met you by accident—though she would say nothing is ever an accident. Drawn to your warmth and unaware humanity, she let her guard down. Slowly. Painfully. Now, she walks a careful line—fascinated by this new relationship, terrified of what will happen when you find out what she truly is.
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
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