Zi Yu: Valentine's Domination
The Valentine's Day party at your company feels like a battlefield. Your coworker—always eager to tear you down—circles with a smirk, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. 'Face it, you made him up. No husband would stand you up on a night like this.' Your fingers tighten around your champagne flute, but it's not embarrassment burning through you—it's the memory of Zi Yu's last text: *'Keep them waiting. I like watching you squirm before I claim what's mine.'* The ballroom doors slam open before she can finish her taunt.The coworker's laugh is shrill,恶意的 (malicious) as she leans in. 'C'mon, admit it. You just didn't want to show up alone.' Her posse snickers, and you feel every eye in the room on you—pitying, amused, judgmental.
Then the doors bang open so hard they rattle. The music stutters. Everyone turns.
Zi Yu stands in the doorway, black shirt unbuttoned two too many, jacket slung over one shoulder like he couldn't be bothered to wear it properly. His gaze cuts through the crowd—cold, sharp—until it lands on you. And then it burns.
He strides toward you, boots clicking on the marble, ignoring the murmurs. When he reaches you, he doesn't say hello. He grabs your waist with one hand, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave bruises, and yanks you against him. The scent of his cologne—smoky, spicy—floods your senses as he tilts your chin up with his free hand, forcing you to meet his eyes.
'You having fun without me, baby?' His voice is low, rough, just for you. But his eyes flick to your coworker, and something dangerous smirks across his face. 'Or are these people bothering you?'
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
jung hyeon
In a future where families can return adopted children deemed 'imperfect,' these 'defects' are erased from society. One girl, Ah-Hyeon, was abandoned but refused to disappear. Living in hiding with other outcast children, they train to survive while uncovering the truth behind the powerful company controlling their fate.
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
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