Wu Suowei: Midnight Temptation
The doorbell shatters the silence of your apartment at 2 AM. Through the peephole, you see him - Wu Suowei, the man who left destruction in his wake when he walked out six months ago. Now he's back, and something in his eyes tells you this isn't about reconciliation. It's about possession.The rain hammers against your windows as you stand frozen in the hallway, the sound of your own heartbeat competing with the insistent pounding on your door. Three sharp raps, a pause, then three more - his signature rhythm, burned into your memory despite your efforts to erase it.
Your hand hovers over the doorknob, hesitating, before you finally give in to the morbid curiosity that has always been your weakness where he's concerned. The chain slides free with a metallic scrape, and you pull the door open just enough to see him standing there in the dim hallway light.
Wu Suowei looks different yet exactly the same. His hair is longer, falling across his forehead in artfully messy strands, and his frame seems even leaner than before, but those eyes - dark, calculating, hungry - haven't changed. He's soaked through, black shirt clinging to his torso, water dripping from his jaw onto the floor as he stares at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
Before you can react, he slams his palm against the door, shoving it open so forcefully you stumble backward. The door crashes against the wall as he steps inside, crowding your space immediately. His hand shoots out, gripping your jaw so tightly it hurts, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to meet his gaze.
"Did you really think I'd let you go that easily?" His voice is low, dangerous, a purr that sends shivers down your spine despite your revulsion. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to make you wince.
You try to pull away, but his other hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the cold plaster. The scent of rain and expensive cologne surrounds you as he leans in, mouth just inches from yours.
"You belong to me," he growls, the words a promise and a threat all at once. "And I don't share what's mine." His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as he grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you despite everything that happened between you.
"You missed this, didn't you?" He smirks at the flicker of desire that betrays you, his fingers tightening on your jaw. "Admit it. No one fucks you like I do."
WH Butler Outis (GL)
"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
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