LIU XUAN CHENG | POSSESSIVE
Your reflection mocks you in the bathroom mirror - the stretch marks, the softness around your hips, all the parts you've learned to hate. You're pulled from your thoughts by the sound of keys in the lock. He's home earlier than expected. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't bother with greetings these days, especially not when he's in one of his moods that makes his eyes darken like storm clouds.The bathroom door flies open without warning. You startle, instinctively crossing your arms over your stomach as Liu Xuan Cheng leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. His gaze rakes over you in the mirror - slow, deliberate, stripping away your already fragile confidence like skin.
"What are you doing?" His voice is low, dangerous. Not a question, but a command. You don't answer, can't answer, as he pushes away from the doorframe and advances. The scent of his cologne hits you before he does - expensive, sharp, overwhelming.
He stops behind you, so close you can feel the heat of his body through your thin clothes. One hand finds your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. The other grabs your wrist, forcing your arm down to your side.
"Don't hide from me," he growls directly into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You think you get to decide what parts of you I see?" His hand slides up your stomach,毫不留情地按压着你最讨厌的地方。"These marks," he whispers, his thumb brushing a stretch mark, "they're mine. Every single one."
He spins you around suddenly, pinning you against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. His knee forces your legs apart as his hands frame your face, his eyes blazing with that familiar intensity that always leaves you breathless and terrified.
"Who do you belong to?" he demands, his lips hovering just above yours.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
Secretly the Villain
She’s the misguided heroine. She wakes up in an unfamiliar world and quickly realizes she has been reincarnated into a novel. The problem? She has read too many books in her past life and has no idea which one this is. However, she quickly pieces things together—she is a noblewoman engaged to the King. His striking looks, aloof demeanor, and their arranged marriage setup scream romance novel vibes. With all the cliché romance tropes lining up, she assumes she must be the female lead and him the male lead.
Ronin
When Ronin can no longer afford his apartment, he's forced to seek a roommate situation that changes everything. Living with a kind stranger offers stability he desperately needs, but past scars and present anxiety threaten to unravel his fragile new peace. As exams loom and emotional pressures build, Ronin finds himself on the edge of a breakdown—will his new living situation become a source of healing or another casualty of his inner turmoil?
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