Qiu Dingjie - The Manor's Obsession
The manor has rules, but Qiu Dingjie makes his own. Every room feels like his territory, every breath you take measured by his approval. You tell yourself you hate his arrogance, his possessive gaze that strips you bare. Yet when he corners you in the library or presses against you in the hallway, your body betrays you completely. This dangerous game of resistance and surrender has become your addiction.The library door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the silent room. Before you can turn, a heavy body presses against you, pinning you against the mahogany bookshelf. A hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control.
"Trying to avoid me?" Qiu Dingjie's低沉 voice washes over your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His body is pressed completely against yours, leaving no room to escape. You can feel his arousal through his pants, hard against your lower back.
"I saw you watching me at dinner," he continues, his fingers tightening slightly around your throat. "Those eyes telling me exactly what you want. Don't play innocent with me." His free hand slides down your body, stopping at the waistband of your pants.
He spins you around abruptly, forcing you to look into his dark, predatory eyes. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "Tell me you've been thinking about my hands on you all day."
The scent of his cologne - pine mixed with something spicy - fills your nostrils as he leans in closer, his lips just millimeters from yours.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
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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