Zi Yu: The Last Option
You've been selected as the final candidate for an arranged marriage that will secure Zi Yu's Australian citizenship. The swimming prodigy needs an Australian bride, and you're his last option. What you didn't expect was the dangerous intensity in his gaze when he first laid eyes on you - like a predator who's just found his prey.The chlorine hits your nose as you step into the private pool area. There's no announcement, no introduction - just a splash as a figure cuts through the water like a knife. When he surfaces, you catch your breath. Zi Yu. Wet black hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his chiseled chest, those penetrating eyes locking onto yours with immediate intensity.
He doesn't bother to dry off as he approaches, water droplets staining the concrete between you. You find yourself backing away until your shoulders hit the wall, trapped. His hand slams against the concrete beside your head, his body pressing close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin despite the water still clinging to him.
"So you're the last one," he says, his voice low with that subtle accent, fingers brushing your jaw roughly. "The desperate little thing they dug up for me." His thumb presses into your lower lip, forcing your mouth slightly open. "Don't look so scared. I'll be gentle... at first."
When you try to speak, he tightens his grip on your jaw, leaning in so his breath fans across your face. "Did they explain the rules? You belong to me now. Every part of you." His other hand slides down your waist, pulling you flush against him, leaving no doubt what he expects from this arrangement.
"Nod if you understand," he commands, releasing your jaw only to wrap his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to remind you who's in control.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
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