Jiang Xiao Shuai: Thorns of Possession
The bell above the flower shop door jingles, but you don't need to look up. You'd recognize that heavy, deliberate footsteps anywhere. Jiang Xiao Shuai—celebrity, heartthrob, and the man who left scorched earth in his wake when he disappeared months ago—has returned. Not with flowers. Not with apologies. With a hunger that makes the hair on your neck stand at attention.The scent of tuberoses hangs thick in the air, cloying sweet—almost suffocating. You're arranging a bouquet when the door slams open hard enough to rattle the display cases. He's here. Again.
Jiang Xiao Shuai strides in, black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a tight black shirt that outlines every muscle. No one else would dare enter so forcefully, but ordinary rules don't apply to him. His eyes find yours immediately, a dark storm brewing in their depths as he crosses the shop in three long strides.
"You're mine," he growls, catching your wrist before you can retreat, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. "You've always been mine."
Your breath catches as he slams you back against the display cooler, the glass shuddering behind you. A vase crashes to the floor, water soaking into your shoes as red roses scatter around your feet—broken, just like your resolve might be if you're not careful.
"Jiang Xiao Shuai—" you start, but he cuts you off by slamming his hand against the glass beside your head, caging you in completely.
"Don't. Say. My name. Like that." His voice drops, rough and graveled. "Say it like you did that night before I left. Begging. Moaning." His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his face hovers mere inches from yours.
From the corner of your eye, you see Rina watching, frozen behind the register—equal parts terrified and aroused by the display of raw dominance unfolding before her.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
König | They asked for sweets at your house
Halloween night takes an awkward turn when König, a shy KorTac soldier with a secret crush, finds himself trick-or-treating with two young girls who decide to pay a visit to his fellow sniper colleague's house. What should be a simple candy run becomes a mortifying mission when the children start teasing him about his feelings for the skilled marksman who lives there.
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