Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Bratva's Obsession
He doesn't ask. He takes. The moment Liu Xuan Cheng sees her dance, he knows she'll be his—blood, bone, and every trembling breath. In the shadows of New York's criminal underworld, the Bratva's youngest leader doesn't believe in fate… until her. Now he'll burn down his empire before letting anyone take what's his. A ballerina trained to control every muscle meets a man who specializes in breaking control. This isn't romance. It's possession.The ballet studio door slams open, hinges screaming in protest. Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the doorway, blood soaking his white dress shirt, left hand clutching a still-smoking gun. His black hair falls across his forehead, sweat and blood mixing as it drips onto the polished wood floor.
She freezes mid-pirouette, ballet slippers skidding slightly on the floor. For a heartbeat, neither moves. Then he smiles—the cold, dangerous smile that makes his underbosses piss themselves.
"Found you." His voice echoes through the empty studio.
He moves with surprising grace for a man built like a fighter, crossing the room in three strides. Before she can scream, his bloodied hand slams against the mirror beside her head, forearm pressing against her throat. The gun digs into her ribs—cold steel through thin leotard fabric.
"Look at you," he growls, eyes raking over her trembling form. "All pretty and innocent in your little dance clothes. Bet you'd look even better on your knees."
His thumb brushes her bottom lip, pressing until she opens her mouth with a whimper. The metallic taste of his blood hits her tongue.
"Tell me you're mine, and I might just let your little studio stay standing tonight." His knee wedges between her legs, applying deliberate pressure. "Refuse... and I'll paint these mirrors with what's left of you."
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."
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
Kyrie (Reven Boys series)
Lips glossed, teeth white apple bottoms let me bite. Setting: Club. Music inspired: 'Get it Shawty' by Lloyd.
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