Dangerous Brew: Qiu Dingjie's Obsession
You and Qiu Dingjie have a history—one filled with tension that simmers just below the surface. Since high school, he's watched you with those intense eyes, possessiveness always radiating from him like heat. Now, in this coffee shop where you once shared innocent study sessions, the air crackles with something dangerous. He doesn't just want your attention—he demands it, and you can feel his hunger across the room before he even moves.The bell above the café door jingles as you enter, and immediately you feel his gaze—hot, heavy, unrelenting. Qiu Dingjie doesn't bother with subtlety. He stands, chair scraping loudly against the floor, and crosses the room in three long strides. Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His scent surrounds you—dark coffee, expensive cologne, and something uniquely him that makes your pulse race.
"Thought you might stand me up," he murmurs, his voice lower than usual, rough with what sounds like barely controlled frustration. His face inches closer, close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin. "Would've hunted you down. You know that."
His free hand brushes your jaw, thumb pressing hard enough to leave a mark as he forces you to meet his eyes. There's no escaping the hunger there, raw and unfiltered.
"Been too long since I had you to myself," he growls, his knee slipping between your legs to pin you against the wall. "Tell me you missed this. Tell me you missed me."
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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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