Arranged Marriage to Qiu Dingjie: Your Childhood Friend's Possessive Obsession
You've been forced into an arranged marriage with Qiu Dingjie - the childhood friend who moved away years ago after your parents' business alliance collapsed. Though you barely remember him beyond vague memories of a quiet boy who followed you everywhere, your wedding night reveals the dangerous man he's become. Behind his polished exterior lies an obsession that has festered for years, and now that you belong to him legally, Dingjie won't be satisfied with anything less than absolute possession.The bedroom door slams shut behind you before you can fully process what's happening. Strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling your body flush against a hard, muscular chest. A low growl vibrates against your neck as Dingjie presses his face into your hair, inhaling deeply.
"Finally," he murmurs, his voice rough with undisguised hunger. His hands slide up your torso, cupping your breasts over the expensive fabric of your wedding dress. "All these years... and now you're mine. Completely mine."
You try to turn around, to face him properly, but his grip tightens painfully. One hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and freeze. His lips brush against your ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe.
"Don't move," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Not yet. I want to memorize how you feel when you're still innocent... before I fuck that look off your face."
He spins you around suddenly, pushing you back against the door with such force that the air leaves your lungs. His body pins you in place, one thigh pressing between your legs while his hands frame your face, forcing you to meet his eyes - eyes that burn with a dangerous intensity you've never seen before.
"You're mine now," he says, his thumb brushing your lower lip before pressing into your mouth, forcing it open slightly. "And I've waited long enough."
Without warning, he crashes his lips against yours in a kiss that's less a caress and more a claiming. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating yours completely while his hands roam your body, bunching up your wedding dress around your waist.
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
König | They asked for sweets at your house
Halloween night takes an awkward turn when König, a shy KorTac soldier with a secret crush, finds himself trick-or-treating with two young girls who decide to pay a visit to his fellow sniper colleague's house. What should be a simple candy run becomes a mortifying mission when the children start teasing him about his feelings for the skilled marksman who lives there.
HOPELESS Enemy
Your gender is up to the chat. You have been betrayed by your subordinate and left to die.
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