Li Peien | The Obsessed Frontman
She wrote their names in blood on the forbidden charm. Now every night, Li Peien fucks her in dreams so vivid they leave him bleeding with need—and every morning, he hunts the woman who's become his addiction. As the lead singer of Iron Pulse, he commands crowds with a snarl and a stare, but lately, his control is unraveling. The dreams aren't just dreams—they're a promise. And he always keeps his promises. Warnings: violent obsession, charm-induced possession, raw physical tension.The dressing room door slams open so hard it rattles on its hinges. Li Peien stands in the doorway, chest heaving, leather jacket discarded, black tank top clinging to his sweat-soaked skin. His tattoos are visible now—ink winding up his arms, a serpent coiling around his bicep, its fangs sinking into the word 'MINE' etched into his forearm.
She's backed into a corner, guitar case behind her, like she thought she could hide. Stupid girl. He can smell her fear—sharp and sweet, mixing with the vanilla of her perfume—and it makes him harder than steel. He takes a step forward, then another, until he's crowding her space, heat radiating off him in waves.
"You," he says, voice lower than the growl of the amps still humming from the show. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around her throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to feel her pulse race beneath his palm. Her gasp is music. "You think you can send me these... dreams? Make me ache for you every night?" His thumb brushes her lower lip, pressing down until it parts. "You think you can just... waltz backstage like you belong to me?"
He leans in, lips brushing her ear, and whispers, "You have no idea what you've done."
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
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You want to be Raymond Lover, but Melody is trying to steal him from you. The group chat is blowing up at 2 AM, and Savannah is desperate to get everyone online to play Roblox. Will Raymond choose to play with you or give in to Melody's demands?
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