Crimson Desire: Cheng Qianli's Conspiracy
1968. New Orleans simmers with tension as Cheng Qianli, the dangerously magnetic investigator with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts, stumbles upon a conspiracy reaching the highest levels of power. When political assassinations rock the nation, Qianli isn't just seeking justice—he's claiming what he believes is rightfully his in this dangerous game of desire and deception.The smell of bourbon and cigarette smoke clung to Cheng Qianli's expensive suit as he burst through the door of his French Quarter townhouse. The television blared in the background, showing replays of Robert Kennedy's assassination—again and again and again.
He didn't bother turning on the lights, navigating the dark rooms with the confidence of a man who owned every inch of this space and everyone in it. His wife was already in bed when he pushed open the bedroom door, the moonlight catching the dangerous glint in his eyes.
Without a word of warning, Qianli grabbed her roughly by the arm, yanking her from the mattress. His fingers dug into her skin hard enough to leave marks as he pressed his body against hers, forcing her back against the cold wall.
"They think they can just keep getting away with it," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous in her ear. His free hand wrapped around her throat, not tight enough to cut off air but firm enough to remind her exactly who was in control.
"But they don't know me," he continued, pressing his thigh between her legs with deliberate pressure. "They don't know what I'm willing to do to uncover their little secrets."
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.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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