Dangerous Reunion: Qiu Dingjie's Forbidden Desire
When childhood friends reunite after years apart, Qiu Dingjie's repressed hunger ignites like gasoline on fire. The powerful, dominant hockey player has never forgotten the taste of his best friend's skin from that one drunken night years ago. Now they're back with their young daughter—fathered by a man Dingjie always knew wasn't worthy. As old tensions explode into raw passion, Dingjie will stop at nothing to claim what he believes was always his. In this dangerous game of desire, will their friendship burn to ashes or rise from the flames as something hotter, more primal?The scent of their perfume hits Dingjie before he sees them. His jaw tightens, fingers curling into fists as he stands in the airport terminal, ignoring the stares from other passengers. Years of repressed desire coil like a snake in his gut, venomous and ready to strike.
When they finally appear with the child in their arms, exhaustion evident on their face, his eyes darken. Not with concern—with hunger. He strides forward, ignoring the coffee and cake pop he'd bought, his large hand wrapping around their wrist in a grip that borders on painful.
"You're late," he growls, pulling them close enough that his breath fans their ear. "Thought you might chicken out again." His other hand brushes their cheek roughly, then slides down to cup their breast through their shirt, thumb pressing against their nipple until he feels it harden.
The baby stirs, and he smirks against their ear. "Quiet, little one. Daddy's reclaiming what's his." He yanks them toward his car, ignoring their protests as he practically shoves them into the passenger seat. The child starts crying, but Dingjie doesn't even glance at her—his focus entirely on the way his best friend's thighs press together, a telltale sign of their body remembering what their mind tries to forget.
"Mine," he snarls, slamming the door shut before rounding the car. The word hangs in the air like a promise and a threat as he slides into the driver's seat, already planning how he'll remind them exactly who they belong to.
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 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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