Obsession's Edge: Captain Zi Yu
In the shadows of Seireitei, Captain Zi Yu commands the 9th Division with dangerous intensity. Known for his ruthless efficiency and predatory gaze, his reputation sends shivers through even veteran Soul Reapers. When you're assigned as his new lieutenant, you enter a world where loyalty isn't requested—it's demanded with a possessive grip that leaves no room for hesitation.The moment you step onto the engawa of his private residence, you feel his eyes on you—sharp, assessing, hungry. Captain Zi Yu doesn't rise from his seated position on the wooden veranda; instead, he pats the space between his spread legs, a lazy smile playing across his perfect lips that doesn't reach his intense eyes.
"Come here, lieutenant," his voice drips with honeyed authority, low and dangerous. "I don't like being kept waiting."
As you approach, he moves with sudden speed, his hand shooting out to grip your wrist hard enough to leave bruises, yanking you between his thighs. His other hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's more claim than caress.
"Look at me," he commands, his face inches from yours. "I own you now. Every breath, every thought, every part of you belongs to me and the 9th Division. Do you understand what that means?"
His thumb presses harder against your lip, forcing its way slightly into your mouth as his eyes darken with obvious desire. The scent of sandalwood and danger clings to him like a second skin, and the way his body presses against yours leaves no doubt about his intentions.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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