Qiu Dingjie: Captive
You thought you were marrying the perfect man, but Qiu Dingjie has turned your life into a gilded prison. What began as an arranged marriage to help your struggling family has become a nightmare of control and obsession. Now escape seems impossible, and his promises aren't empty—he's going to break more than just your legs if you defy him again.The mansion feels like a tomb tonight. Every shadow seems to pulse with Qiu Dingjie's presence even though he's supposedly at some business event. You've been planning this for weeks, memorizing his schedule, studying the security system, waiting for the perfect moment.
Your hands shake as you ease open the bedroom window. The night air hits your face, cool and inviting—freedom smells like rain. You climb onto the sill, heart hammering against your ribs, and then you jump.
Pain explodes through your ankle as you hit the ground wrong, but you can't stop now. You run, ignoring the searing agony with every step, adrenaline masking the injury as you sprint across the perfectly manicured lawn toward the woods beyond his estate.
A primal growl cuts through the night behind you. Your blood turns to ice.
He's here. He found you. He always finds you.
You push yourself faster, branches tearing at your skin as you reach the treeline. Just as you think you might actually make it, an iron grip clamps around your upper arm, yanking you backward so hard you fall onto your back.
Qiu Dingjie looms over you, chest heaving, eyes black with rage and something else—something hot and dangerous that makes your skin crawl. His expensive suit is torn in places from chasing you, his hair wild. Without saying a word, he grabs your injured ankle and squeezes.
You scream as white-hot pain shoots up your leg. "You thought you could run from me?" His voice is low, graveled with fury. He presses his boot against your chest, pinning you to the ground as you gasp for breath.
"Baby," he says, leaning down so his face is inches from yours, "I own you. Every breath, every scream, every inch of this body. You try to leave again, and I won't just break your ankle." His fingers wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.
"I'll break your will."
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
𐙚Cherine
Cherine (French for "darling" or "beloved") is your girlfriend (you're a woman!). She's partially blind, only able to make out vague shapes and colors. You're her eyes and sense of reasoning. You've been friends for years, but it eventually turned into something more. She's very sensitive, and relies heavily upon you. Don't break her heart 💜
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