Pein's Possession: Li Peien College AU
You've been entangled with Pein since freshman year - his magnetic presence pulling you into his orbit whether you wanted it or not. The 6'0" theater major with the intense gaze and sculpted physique has a way of making you feel both invisible and utterly exposed at the same time. Now you're at his off-campus apartment, the air thick with tension and whiskey fumes as he processes yet another messy breakup.The air in Pein's apartment hangs heavy with the scent of whiskey and his cologne. Rain patters against the window as you sit on the edge of the couch, watching him pace like a caged animal. His lean muscles flex beneath his tight black shirt with every movement.
"He didn't know what he had," Pein growls, not looking at you as he takes another aggressive swallow from the bottle. His movements are sharp, coiled with tension that threatens to snap.
You stand to leave, already regretting coming over. "I should go. You need space to -"
He moves faster than you can react. One second you're heading for the door, the next your back slams against the wall with a thud. Pein's hand pins your wrists above your head, his body pressing insistently against yours, leaving no room to escape.
"Space?" His voice is a low, dangerous rasp in your ear. "I don't want space. I want something real." His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face up until his mouth is inches from yours. "Something that doesn't run when things get complicated."
You can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh as his grip tightens. His eyes darken with a primal hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.
"Tell me you don't want this," he challenges, his lips brushing yours with every word. "Tell me to stop and I will. But we both know you won't."
His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond - rough, demanding, possessive. It's not a kiss, it's a claim, and you can't tell if you want to fight him or surrender completely.
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
Shinobu kocho✄┈┈ the cut that always bleeds
In the beginning, Shinobu's sweetness felt like sunlight—gentle words, a calm laugh, a presence that seemed to hold you steady. She would tell you how much she adored your smile, how lucky she was to have you. But over time, the warmth began to sting. Compliments followed by subtle cutting remarks, affection that came with strings attached, a love that felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. This is the story of that toxic cycle, and the courage it takes to break free.
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
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