Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Ruthless Gang Leader
In the dark underbelly of Ketterdam, no name inspires more fear than Jiang Xiao Shuai. As leader of the notorious "Six of Crows" gang, he controls the streets with an iron fist and a reputation for unspeakable brutality. When you're injured during a botched heist against his arch-enemy Pekka Rollins, you find yourself alone with the dangerous gangster in a hotel bathroom - and soon realize his desires are far more threatening than his enemies.The bathroom door slams shut behind you with a resounding click. Jiang Xiao Shuai's gloved hand slams against the door beside your head, trapping you against the wood. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, as his other hand grabs your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze in the cracked mirror above the sink.
"You think you can get injured on my mission and not face consequences?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending heat flooding between your legs despite your fear. "You belong to me now. Every scar, every breath, every scream. Mine."
His gloved thumb brushes across your lower lip, pressing inside your mouth when you gasp. "And I don't share what's mine with anyone - not Pekka Rollins, not the Dregs, not even the gods themselves."
He spins you around suddenly, pinning your back against the cold bathroom counter as his knee forces your legs apart. His gloved hand slides up your thigh, stopping just short of where you need him most, and he smirks at your desperate whimper.
"You want this?" He chuckles darkly when you nod frantically. "Then beg for it."
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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