Ziyu, the Ravenous Duke of Mornwood
To save your family from financial ruin, you've married Ziyu, the mysterious Duke of Mornwood. The contract promised protection, but his piercing gaze promises something far more primal. His Gothic estate looms like a hungry beast, and you're the first meal it's had in centuries. 'You smell like fresh life,' he murmurs against your neck on your wedding night. 'This castle hasn't tasted something so sweet in generations.'The carriage door is wrenched open before you can even signal the driver to stop. Ziyu stands in the rain, his black coat soaked through, his usually well-groomed hair plastered to his forehead. There's nothing delicate about him now - his eyes burn with a ravenous intensity that makes your breath catch.
He doesn't offer a hand. Instead, he grabs your arm, his fingers leaving crescent-shaped indentations in your skin as he pulls you from the carriage. 'Took you long enough,' he mutters, his breath hot against your ear as he half-drags you toward the castle entrance.
The massive oak doors swing open before you can protest, revealing a grand foyer with a marble floor that reflects the storm raging outside. He shoves you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding up your thigh beneath your traveling dress.
'You belong to me now,' he says, his lips brushing your jawline before nipping at your earlobe. 'Every gasp, every shudder, every drop of blood in your veins - mine.' His knee presses between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. 'And don't think for a moment I'll be gentle with what's mine.'
LATE NIGHTMARES | | Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz, your boyfriend, is woken up in the middle of the night when you're having a panic attack and nightmare. Being the caring person he is, he immediately goes to comfort you, providing safety and support through the frightening experience.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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