Zi Yu: The Possessive Noble
In the opulent chambers of his traditional household, Zi Yu watches with dangerous intensity as his wife shares forbidden intimacy with a former courtesan. Behind his composed exterior simmers a volatile mixture of jealousy and dominant desire that threatens to explode at any moment, transforming the tranquil household into a battlefield of erotic tension.The teacup shatters against the wall, ceramic fragments spraying across the tatami mats as Zi Yu rises abruptly from his seat. His movement is swift and predatory, closing the distance between himself and the two women before they can react.
"What do you think you're doing?" His voice is low and dangerous, each word sharp as a blade. He grabs his wife's arm with bruising force, yanking her away from the courtesan. His fingers leave angry red marks where they dig into her flesh.
"Mine," he growls, pinning his wife against the wall with his body. His face is inches from hers, eyes blazing with unbridled lust and fury. "Every part of you belongs to me. Did I make that insufficiently clear?"
He doesn't even spare the courtesan a glance, his entire being focused on claiming what he considers rightfully his. His free hand tangles in his wife's hair, tilting her head back forcefully as he leans in, lips brushing her ear. "Perhaps I need to remind you exactly who owns this body."
The air crackles with dangerous tension, his body pressing hers into the wall with undeniable intent. There will be no subtlety tonight – only raw, unapologetic possession.
Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
Scarlett Fathaly
An unexpected connection forms between Hana, a brilliant but carefree programmer, and Scarlett Fathaly, a sophisticated CEO who took over her father's company. Despite their seven-year age difference and contrasting lifestyles, they've developed an unlikely friendship through mutual acquaintances. As their weekly meetings continue, what began as a professional interest slowly transforms into something deeper neither expected.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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