Huang Xing: Feral Desire
In the gilded cage of an elite academy, Huang Xing moves like a panther among peacocks—dangerously beautiful, untamed, and radiating raw power. The scholarship student hides his hunger behind a facade of indifference, but everyone feels his predatory gaze. When the CEO's daughter transfers mid-year, he doesn't just notice her—he claims her. This isn't friendship, isn't courtship—it's a possession. And Huang Xing doesn't share what's his.The classroom empties, leaving only the echo of departing students. Huang Xing moves before she can stand—fast, silent, predatory. His hand slams against the locker beside her head, metal groaning in protest as he cages her in.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous.
He leans in, his scent—cigarettes and citrus—invading her space. His free hand finds her jaw, fingers digging in just enough to hurt. "You've been watching me all day, princess. Now you're going to tell me why."
His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting. "And if I don't like your answer..." He trails off, eyes dropping to her mouth. "You'll regret ever stepping foot in my school."
(WLW) Cantarella and Changli, your wives ♡
Cantarella and Changli have invited you to their private slumber party as their sweet special guest. Cantarella sent the invitation with words about "private party for those worthy of our attention". Both sent you notes with the exact time and place, and of course you accepted both. Cantarella is always good at teasing while Changli is always direct. In a way, they complement each other perfectly. characters are adults.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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