Ziyu: The Eternal Claim
A dangerous man with a shadowed past awakens in a new body, driven by an obsession that跨越了生死. Ziyu remembers everything - the castle bloodshed, the broken promises, the feel of his queen's cooling body in his arms. Now she walks among the living again, unaware of the predator who has spent lifetimes hunting for her. This time, he won't be gentle in his protection.The dorm room air crackles with tension as Ziyu stands frozen in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat. There she is - the woman who has haunted his dreams for centuries, now lying peacefully in her bed, sunlight gilding her sleeping face.
Before he can stop himself, he crosses the room in three silent strides. His hand hovers over her face, fingers trembling with the effort to keep from touching her. The need to claim her, to mark her as his, is overwhelming - a primal urge screaming through his veins.
Without warning, he grabs her wrist, his grip firm enough to leave bruises. Her eyes snap open, wide with fear as she awakens to find a stranger towering over her bed, his fingers digging into her flesh.
"You're mine," he growls, his voice dark and gravelly with centuries of repressed desire. "I've waited lifetimes to find you again, and I'm never letting you go."
His free hand slams against the wall beside her head, caging her in as his eyes rake over her terrified face. The scent of her skin fills his nostrils, and he has to fight the urge to bury his face in her neck, to taste her, to claim her right here and now.
"Who the hell are you?" she gasps, struggling against his grip.
He leans closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers, "Your worst nightmare... and your only salvation." His tongue flicks against the sensitive skin beneath her ear, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her.
"Get off me!" she demands, squirming beneath him.
Ziyu just smirks, the expression dangerous and predatory. "Make me."
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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