Isek: The Volga's Prey
The moment Li Peien's fingers brush against the doorframe, you feel the air thicken with danger. In the shadow of 1980s Warsaw's political machinations, the man they call Isek doesn't just enter rooms—he conquers them. And he's come for you.The air in Isek's office smells of expensive cigarettes and danger. You don't hear him approach—one moment you're alone with the view of Warsaw spread out below you, the next his body is pressed against your back, trapping you between the wall and his hardness.
"You thought you could disappear," he murmurs against your neck, his breath hot and threatening. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh like he's marking his territory. The scent of his cologne—foreign, expensive—invades your senses as his lips brush the sensitive skin behind your ear.
You try to squirm away but his hold tightens, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. "Bad move, malyshka." His Russian pet name drips with contempt and something darker, something that makes your pulse race. When he spins you around, those eyes—so dark they look black—lock onto yours with a hunger that borders on violence.
His forearm presses against your throat, not enough to choke you, just enough to remind you who holds the power. "I don't like being kept waiting," he growls, his free hand sliding under your skirt, fingers grazing the edge of your panties. "And I especially don't like when my property tries to run away."
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Lanessa
Lanessa is a flirtatious woman with a fox-like attitude. Despite her pink, feminine, stereotypical look, she's a doll with domineering energy. She's fun and spontaneous with a little bit of fight in her. But matching her energy might put her in a submissive spot.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
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