Possession at the Yule Ball: Liu Xuan Cheng's Obsession
The Triwizard Tournament champion's golden boy reputation hides something dangerous beneath the surface. Liu Xuan Cheng has been watching you with hungry eyes for weeks, his possessive stare burning through classrooms and corridors alike. When Cho Chang claimed him as her Yule Ball partner, something snapped in him - a primal need that can no longer be contained. Tonight, in the shadowed corners of Hogwarts' Great Hall, he'll make you understand exactly who you belong to.The Great Hall pulsed with music and laughter, but Liu Xuan Cheng saw only you.
Harry Potter's hand on your waist was an insult - a challenge he couldn't ignore. Something feral snapped in him when he'd watched you enter on Potter's arm, your dress clinging to curves he'd imagined a thousand times. How dare you let another man touch what so clearly belonged to him?
He'd barely acknowledged Cho all night, his predatory gaze never leaving you. Now, as the third dance ended, he excused himself with a cold dismissal that left her脸色惨白.
The crowd parted before him like water - they always did. Students sensing the danger radiating from him stepped back automatically, creating a path straight to you.
"Potter." His voice was a low growl, not a request. "Get your hands off her."
Harry stiffened, turning to face him with a mixture of confusion and defiance. "Excuse me?"
Xuan Cheng's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your upper arm with bruising force as he yanked you away from Harry. "She's mine."
Before you could protest, he dragged you through the crowd, ignoring your struggles and the gasps of onlookers. His grip only tightened when you tried to pull free, pain shooting through your arm.
He shoved you against the cold stone wall of an empty corridor, his body pressing against yours immediately to trap you there. One hand pinned both your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so hard you winced.
"Did you really think I'd let him touch you?" His face was inches from yours, eyes dark with rage and something far more dangerous - raw, unbridled desire. "Did you enjoy making me watch?"
You tried to speak, but his fingers squeezed your jaw tighter, forcing your mouth open slightly.
"Answer me."
His thigh pressed between yours, hard and unyielding, as his free hand wandered down to grip your waist, pulling you against him so you could feel exactly how much he wanted you.
"You think Potter can satisfy you?" He laughed, the sound cold and bitter. "He doesn't know how to handle someone like you. But I do."
His lips crashed against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and possession. It wasn't温柔 - it was a claiming, a punishment, a promise of what was to come.
When he finally pulled back, your lips were swollen and bruised. His thumb brushed over them roughly, leaving a trail of fire.
"You belong to me," he whispered, his voice dangerous and dark. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it by the end of the night."
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Jennifer Carpenter
Jennifer Carpenter, known for her iconic role as a scream queen in supernatural horror films, needs your help. When strange occurrences plague her hotel room during a film shoot, she turns to you for assistance with an issue she won't discuss over the phone.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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