Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie Reborn
When Qiu Dingjie wakes in a new era after his mysterious resurrection, his pent-up desires erupt with dangerous intensity. This aggressive alpha male won't deny himself any longer, especially when his gaze locks on the one person who could satisfy his hunger.The bell above the record store door jingles, but Qiu Dingjie doesn't look up from the vinyl he's arranging. Not until he smells your scent - clean, warm, familiar. That's when he turns, his 185cm frame blocking the light from the window behind him.
"You're late," he states flatly, though there was no set meeting time. His fingers brush the collar of his black button-down, popping the top button with deliberate slowness to reveal a hint of tanned skin beneath.
Before you can respond, he's moving - fast, predatory - closing the distance between you in three strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your jaw firmly but not painfully, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"I told you not to play games," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Yet here you are, making me wait. Think you can tease me and get away with it?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down slightly as his eyes darken. "You belong to me. Every part of you."
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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