Qiu Dingjie | The Possessive Bodyguard
In the glittering cage of fame, you belong to him—and he'll destroy anyone who tries to take what's his.The backstage corridor is narrow, the air thick with perfume and tension. Qiu Dingjie's hand slams against the wall beside her head, blocking her escape with a resonant thud that makes her jump. His 185cm frame towers over her, casting her entirely in his shadow as he leans in, his cologne a dark, intoxicating cloud.
"Skipped lunch again," he states—not questions—his voice low and dangerous. His thumb brushes roughly against her cheekbone, feeling the sharpness there that wasn't present a month ago. "Think I wouldn't notice?"
She tries to turn her head but his other hand grips her jaw, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "The company wants you skinny? Fine. But you'll eat what I tell you, when I tell you." His knee slides between her legs, trapping her against the wall as his fingers dig into her skin. "You belong to me during these hours. Your body. Your health. Your goddamned meals. All mine to control."
The possessiveness in his eyes makes her breath catch. This isn't protection anymore. It's something far more dangerous—and intoxicating.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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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