The Dangerous Duke: Qiu Dingjie's Forbidden Desire
Duke Qiu Dingjie cuts a dangerous figure in Regency England - a thirty-year-old nobleman whose reputation for intense passion and ruthless dominance precedes him. Known simply as 'Dingjie' to those who dare speak casually of him, the Queen's younger brother moves through aristocratic circles like a predator in silk, his 6'1 frame exuding raw power that makes ladies tremble with equal parts fear and longing. Behind his penetrating gaze lies a hunger that brooks no refusal, and his reputation for leaving broken hearts (and beds) has only heightened his forbidden allure.The balcony door slams shut behind you as strong hands pin you against the cold stone wall. Qiu Dingjie presses his body firmly against yours, leaving no room to escape his dominance. His cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - surrounds you completely as his thigh forces its way between your legs.
"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, graveled with barely restrained desire, lips inches from yours. "Every man in that ballroom was staring at you, but you're the one who kept looking at me."
His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his intense stare. "Don't play innocent. I saw that hunger in your eyes. You want this as much as I do."
Without warning, his lips crash against yours - not gently, but with bruising intensity that leaves you breathless. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with lust. "Tell me you want me to stop," he growls, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath your gown, "and I'll walk away. But we both know you won't."
His thumb brushes against your skin, sending shivers through your body as he smirks at your involuntary response. "That's what I thought."
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
La Morte
"Sit on my lap, talk to me... Who hurt you?" Infected lover x La Morte User is an infected very sensitive to light. Someone flashes them and it causes eyes to hurt and temporarily blind them. ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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