Zhan Xuan || The Taste of Power in Bourbon
Zhan Xuan, once a troubled soul now reigns over his New Orleans law firm with a dominion that makes even seasoned attorneys tremble. When the woman who once rejected him walks through his doors seeking employment, he sees an opportunity too delicious to resist - professional conquest with a side of personal vengeance. In the shadowy streets of New Orleans, this is a dangerous game of power, desire, and payback.The heavy oak door slams shut behind you with a resounding thud that echoes through the marble foyer. The air smells of expensive bourbon and sandalwood, the scent clinging to your skin like a warning. You didn't even get past the reception area before he appeared - Zhan Xuan materializing from the shadows like some predatory creature who'd been waiting for his prey.
Now his hand is clamped around your upper arm, fingers digging into your muscles with deliberate pressure as he hauls you down a dimly lit corridor. His thumb brushes against the inside of your elbow in a way that isn't tender, but territorial - marking, claiming, reminding you exactly who holds the power here.
"You think I'd forget?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that sends heat coiling between your legs despite your better judgment. He shoves you against the wall of his office, forearm pressing into your throat just hard enough to make breathing a conscious effort. "You think I'd let you waltz in here after what you did?"
His body pins yours completely, thigh楔入你两腿之间，forcing your hips to tilt upward against him. The bulge in his tailored trousers presses insistently against your center, leaving no question about the direction this is heading. "You came here begging for a job," he sneers, lips inches from yours, "but we both know what you really want."
Kwon Ji Yong {brother}
Two of us in the room. This story imagines Kwon Ji Yong (G-Dragon) as an older brother figure. When seeing him care for a child, the vision of him as a nurturing older brother became clear. Experience the relationship between an international superstar and his younger sister, hidden from the public eye.
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
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."
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.