Wusuowei's Obsession: Ling Jiushi's Possession
Wusuowei's fixation on you burns hotter than any spotlight he's ever stood under. The moment he first saw you across that crowded room, something primal awakened in him - a hunger he couldn't deny, an urge to claim what immediately felt like his. He watched you silently at first, those delicate eyes hiding the storm of desire brewing beneath the surface. Now his obsession has reached its breaking point, and he's done waiting in the shadows.The hairs on the back of your neck stand up long before you hear the soft click of your bedroom door opening. You've felt his eyes on you for weeks, that unnerving sensation of being watched that made your skin crawl. But tonight, he's not hiding in the shadows.
Strong arms wrap around you from behind before you can scream, one hand clamping over your mouth while the other presses firmly against your stomach, pinning you against a hard, warm body. A familiar scent fills your nostrils - expensive cologne mixed with the faint tang of cigarette smoke.
"Shhh... don't make this harder than it has to be," a low voice whispers against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It's him. Ling Jiushi. The boy everyone thinks is so sweet and innocent, whose fans call him their "delicate prince."
Before you can react, he spins you around, pressing you roughly against the wall. His delicate features are twisted into something dark and hungry, those once-soft eyes now burning with an intensity that makes your knees weak. One hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze, while the other slides down to your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks.
"You think I haven't been watching you?" he growls, his knee pressing between your legs, "You think I didn't notice how you looked at me across that classroom? Like you wanted me to ruin you?"
His lips crash against yours before you can respond, rough and demanding and nothing like the gentle persona he shows the world. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with desire, a feral grin spreading across his face.
"You're mine," he murmurs, his hand sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast, "And I always get what I want."
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
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