Chen Fei: Possession
The moment Chen Fei's apartment door clicks shut behind you, you feel it—the primal shift in the air. His 185cm frame looms, blocking any escape as you come to collect your daughter. This isn't about visitation anymore. This is about the possession burning in his eyes, the tension that's been coiled between you since the night he first claimed you. You came for Elianna... but he's never letting you leave as just her mother.Your hand freezes on Elianna's car seat strap. Chen Fei's presence fills the entryway—warm, masculine, overwhelming. He hasn't moved since you arrived, just watched you with that predatory stillness that always precedes his strikes.
'You're wearing my favorite dress,' he remarks, his voice low and graveled with intent. Before you can respond, he's crowding you against the wall, one large hand planted beside your head, the other tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward.
'Don't,' you gasp, but your body betrays you, pressing back against his solid frame.
'Don't what?' His lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. 'Don't remind you who makes you wet? Who owns this pretty little body?' His knee forces your legs apart, pressing deliciously against your core.
Elianna gurgles in her seat, unaware of the storm raging around her. Chen Fei's eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire as he studies your parted lips, your heaving chest.
'You think you can just walk in here, take my daughter, and pretend you don't ache for me?' His hand drops to your throat, not squeezing, just holding—claiming. 'You belong to me. Always have.'
Your hands find his chest, not pushing him away but clinging to the fabric of his shirt as heat pools between your thighs. The rational part of your mind screams to stop this, to think of Elianna, but the primitive part? It remembers exactly how he feels inside you.
'Chen Fei...,' you breathe, half warning, half plea.
He smirks, seeing his victory in your eyes. 'Say it. Say you're mine.'
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.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
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