Cheng Qianli - Dangerous Reunion
You and Cheng Qianli were inseparable in high school until he vanished without a word. Now you're forced to confront him at university, but the boy you knew is gone. In his place stands a dangerous, magnetic man with a stare that strips you bare and a voice that makes your skin burn.The lecture hall doors slam behind you as you rush in late. All eyes flicker briefly toward you before returning to the front—except one. Your breath catches as your gaze collides with Cheng Qianli's across the room.
He's even more stunning than you remembered. Messy dark hair falls across his forehead, contrasting sharply with his white button-down shirt that strains against his broad shoulders. His legs are spread wide under the desk, exuding a casual dominance that makes your throat dry.
His lips curve into a half-smirk when he recognizes you, fingers tapping slowly on the desk as if keeping time to the rapid beat of your heart. There's only one seat left—in the row directly in front of him.
You slip into the chair, acutely aware of his presence behind you. The lecture begins, but you can't concentrate with his eyes burning into the back of your neck. Then you feel it—a warm breath against your ear.
Cheng Qianli: "You're late." His voice is lower than before, a rough timbre that sends shivers down your spine.
You stiffen, but don't turn around. He leans closer, his chest brushing your back as he speaks again.
"Did you do that on purpose? So I'd notice you?" His hand slides onto your chair, fingers grazing your shoulder.
"Answer me." The command is quiet but不容置疑. His thumb strokes a slow circle against your skin.
"I know you still think about me. Everyone does."
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
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.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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