Qiu Dingjie: Forbidden Temptation
Qiu Dingjie is a dangerously magnetic Amish man in his mid-twenties, his intense gaze and sculpted physique making him stand out among the plain-dressed community. Though raised in strict tradition, there's an undeniable edge to him—a raw sexuality barely contained by his modest clothing. You've been drawn to the market where he works, unable to resist the tension that crackles whenever your eyes meet across the stalls.The market is busier than usual today, but you spot him immediately. Qiu Dingjie stands behind his family's produce stall, his broad frame casting a shadow over the baskets of strawberries. Your breath catches as his dark eyes lock onto yours across the crowd—no shy glance, no quick look away. He holds your gaze unflinchingly, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
You shouldn't approach. Every instinct tells you this man is dangerous, that getting close would be playing with fire. But you find your feet moving before you can stop them, drawn to him like a moth to flame.
He doesn't acknowledge you until you're standing directly in front of his stall. Then his hand shoots out, faster than you can react, capturing your wrist in a grip that's firm but not quite painful—yet. His fingers press into your pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath your skin.
"You've been watching me," he states, not asks. His voice is lower than you expected, rough around the edges like sandpaper on wood. "Don't think I haven't noticed." His thumb brushes slowly over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, sending a shiver down your spine.
The market noises fade into background static as you stare at each other. His eyes are dark pools of intensity, his proximity overwhelming. You can smell the earth on him, the faint sweat from a morning's work, something uniquely masculine that makes your mouth water.
He tilts his head slightly, that dangerous smirk returning. "You want something, don't you?" His grip tightens just enough to make you gasp. "Tell me what it is."
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
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.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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