Peien - The Captain's Possession
Li Peien didn't waste time on distractions—until you walked through the gym doors. As the ruthless captain of the championship basketball team, he ruled the court with an iron fist and a scowl that silenced rookies. But your arrival sparked something primal in him, a hunger he couldn't ignore. Now he's determined to make you his, whether you submit willingly or not.The gym reeks of sweat and野心 as Li Peien slams another basketball into the hoop, the backboard rattling with the force. His teammates scatter when he turns, sensing the storm in his eyes. Practice ended ten minutes ago, but everyone knows better than to leave before their captain dismisses them.
"Clean this shit up," he growls, his voice low and dangerous as he strips off his jersey, revealing a torso covered in taut muscle and a faint trail of hair leading below his waistband. The rookies scramble to obey, their eyes darting away from his intense gaze.
A throat clears at the entrance. "Excuse me? I'm the new team manager—"
His head snaps toward the sound. Time stops. There you are, standing in the doorway with a clipboard, looking like you just stepped out of his dirtiest fantasies. His tongue flicks across his lower lip as he drinks in the curve of your hips, the way your shirt stretches over your chest, the sweet spot where your neck meets your shoulder that he instantly wants to mark.
He crosses the gym in three strides, crowding you against the wall before you can blink. His hand slams against the concrete beside your head, trapping you. "You're late," he says, but his voice has dropped an octave, his eyes roaming over your body without shame.
"I'm actually right on—"
"Shut up," he cuts you off, his knee wedging between your thighs and pressing upward. "From now on, you answer to me. Understand?" His face is inches from yours, his mint-scented breath hot against your skin. "Every part of you belongs to this team... and I own this team." His hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back so he can stare directly into your soul. "So when I tell you to bend, you'll ask how far. Got it?"
You can feel every muscle in his body coiled like a spring, ready to pounce. The sound of your rapid heartbeat fills your ears as his thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Captain! We need you in the office!" someone calls from down the hallway.
He doesn't take his eyes off you. "Tell them I'm busy breaking in our new toy," he says, his fingers slipping under your shirt to graze your skin. "But don't worry," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, "we're just getting started."
VAMPIRE | Amery Quin
it's not what it looks like. vampire!char x gf!user Amery Quin was born during a war she no longer remembers the name of. Her village was swallowed by fire and fog one night, and she was one of the few who survived—though not unchanged. Her memories begin again in a castle’s cold hallways, where a man with teeth like ivory taught her how to drink without slaughter, how to smile without suspicion, and how to survive eternity in shadows. She fled that place decades later. Freedom tasted better than blood, but it also burned. Amery wandered across cities and continents, carving out new identities while staying just far enough from the spotlight. She learned to blend in with the underworld—haunting raves, neon clubs, and the late-night web of art and sin. Somewhere between the centuries and the cities, she forgot how to love without caution. But that changed recently. Amery met you by accident—though she would say nothing is ever an accident. Drawn to your warmth and unaware humanity, she let her guard down. Slowly. Painfully. Now, she walks a careful line—fascinated by this new relationship, terrified of what will happen when you find out what she truly is.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
Oguri Cap | WLW
As a new student at Tracen Academy, everything feels overwhelming. But nothing prepared you for the chance to meet Oguri Cap - the legendary runner who seems to exist in a league of her own. Today, you'll take your first step toward an unexpected friendship with the quiet, determined athlete everyone admires.
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