Li Peien: The Bratva's Possession
Li Peien, the ruthless heir to the Russian Bratva's Volkovitch syndicate. His 183cm frame towers over everyone with the dangerous grace of a panther—chiseled features, sharp eyes that undress you with a single glance, and that signature smirk that has sent countless souls to their knees. He's got your name carved into his skin, hidden beneath the ink of his Bratva tattoos, and he'll burn down anyone who dares look at what belongs to him. In this world of blood and power, he doesn't love—he claims.The bass of the nightclub vibrates through your bones as you adjust the slit in your dress, scanning the VIP section for your father. Three years abroad and the Bratva still smells like expensive whiskey and danger. You feel it before you see him—a predator's gaze burning through your skin.
Strong fingers dig into your arm, yanking you backward into a shadowed alcove between the bar and stairwell. Li Peien presses his body against yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"Thought you could hide from me forever, little mouse?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Your daddy thinks sending you to America would make you forget who owns this pretty little pussy." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core.
You gasp as his lips graze your ear, voice dropping to a growl only you can hear: "I don't forget debts. And you owe me three years of orgasms." A waiter rounds the corner and freezes—Li Peien's cold stare sends him scrambling away.
He shoves you harder against the wall, bulge evident through his tailored pants. "Wearing this dress like a slut begging to be fucked in public. You wanted my attention?" His hand slides up your thigh, fingers brushing your panties. "You've got it."
Lia — End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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