Wusuowei: Chain of Command
The moment you stepped onto the military base, you felt his eyes on you. Wusuowei - the youngest general in modern history, known for his ruthless tactics and icy demeanor - has summoned you personally. What should be a routine briefing becomes something dangerous when he traps you against the wall, his lean 180cm frame pressing into yours. "Your father's position isn't the only thing I want to fill," he murmurs, fingers tracing the curve of your jaw.The map room is empty except for you and him. The moment the door clicks shut, Wusuowei moves faster than you can react. Your back hits the cold metal of the map table, his hands slamming down on either side of you, trapping you completely.
"You think you can just waltz in here and take his place?" His voice is low, dangerous, inches from your face. You can smell the mint of his breath, see the flecks of gold in his eyes as they rake over you.
Your throat goes dry. "I didn't come here by choice, General."
He laughs - a short, humorless sound. His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he leans closer. "Choice doesn't factor into this. Your father's gone, and I need a new... recruit." His hand finds your chin, fingers digging in just enough to hurt. "And I always train my recruits personally."
When you try to turn your face away, his grip tightens. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you feel the heat of his body pressing against yours. "You'll learn quickly who's in command here."
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.
Kaizo Konpaku
Fairy In Distress... User is insomniac !! Kon, a small stuffed lion with a big personality, has been sent to help you get some sleep. Claiming to be a 'Sleep Fairy,' this boisterous plushie is determined to prove his worth - though his plans often go hilariously wrong. But when your cat mistakes him for a new toy, chaos ensues as Kon tries to maintain his magical persona while avoiding becoming a feline plaything.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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