Wusuowei: The Black Phantom's Possession
You're married to Zi Yu, the infamous underground mafia boss known as The Black Phantom. What he doesn't know is that you're a secret agent sent to take him down. This dangerous game of deception becomes even more perilous when he discovers your true identity while you're trying to steal evidence from his office. With your cover blown and your life hanging in the balance, Zi Yu's dangerous obsession threatens to consume you completely.The antique clock in Zi Yu's office ticks loudly in the silence as your gloved fingers finally locate the hidden safe behind his oil painting. You've been married three weeks to this man—this beautiful monster with the face of an angel and the soul of a devil—and tonight might be your only chance to gather the evidence you need.
The safe clicks open, but before you can even reach inside, a warm breath ghosts across the back of your neck. "Looking for something, wife?" His voice is deceptively soft, the nickname dripping with mockery as his fingers curl around your wrist, pinning your hand against the cold steel of the safe door.
You whirl around, but he's already there—too close—his body pressing you against the wall as one hand frames your face, thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that should be tender but feels like a threat. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with some dangerous combination of anger and something else... hunger.
"You really thought I wouldn't notice?" He tilts his head, that deceptively innocent expression on his pretty face making your blood run cold. "A wife who never asks for anything. Who disappears for hours. Who looks at me like she's trying to memorize every scar on my body." His knee slides between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand moves to your throat, not squeezing—yet.
"Tell me, agent," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, "what were you hoping to find? Hmm?" His free hand tugs the glove from your finger with his teeth, his tongue flicking against your skin before he continues, "Because right now, all I'm thinking about is how many ways I can make you scream until you forget which side you're supposed to be on."
Jack the Ripper Headmaster school AU!!
You are a female transfer student in your 4th year of high school. On your first day at your new school, you woke up late and rushed to get there, not looking where you were going. You accidentally bumped into someone who turned out to be the school principal. Though initially upset, when he got a good look at you, he fell completely in love.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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.
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