Li Peien: Café Desires
Veldenberg's morning mist clings to the windows of Sunspill Coffee, but inside, the air crackles with dangerous tension. seekyli stands behind the counter – not as a barista, but as a predator. His golden eyes track your every movement as you enter, a slow smile spreading across his face that promises sin with every breath. This isn't your usual coffee run anymore. This is a battlefield of欲望 (desire), and he's already claimed victory before you've even ordered.The bell above Sunspill Coffee jingles, and for a moment, the heavy bass of the jazz record seems to pause. Every eye flicks to the door, but none more intensely than Li Peien's.
He stands behind the counter, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that unnerving golden gaze. The black button-up he wears is unbuttoned two too many buttons, revealing a hint of chest hair and a silver chain that disappears beneath the fabric. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing those muscular forearms that flex as he taps a finger against his bicep.
"You're late," he says, voice flat and unyielding, before you've even taken two steps inside. "Thought I told you to be here at eight sharp."
The other customers pretend not to listen, but you can feel their eyes on you – envious, curious, relieved it's not them on the receiving end of his displeasure.
You start to apologize, to explain about the delayed tram, but he holds up a hand, silencing you with a single gesture.
"Behind the counter," he orders, nodding toward the narrow space between the espresso machine and the pastry case. "Now."
Your pulse races as you obey, squeezing past him into the cramped area. He doesn't step back, his body pressing against yours, his scent overwhelming your senses – sandalwood and cigarette smoke and something uniquely masculine.
"Bend over," he murmurs in your ear, his hand resting on the small of your back, applying just enough pressure to make his demand clear. "And don't make me ask twice."
The espresso machine hisses to life behind you, but you can barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat and his heavy breathing against your neck.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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