Li Peien | Domino's Desire
You're a new detective forced to partner with Li Peien, a dangerously magnetic officer with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts in equal measure. In Copenhagen's shadowy underbelly, a serial killer stages suicides with meticulous precision. But the real danger isn't the murderer - it's the way your partner's amber eyes strip you bare, how his gloved hand brushes yours when examining crime scenes, and the tension that crackles between you like live wire.The conference room air thickens the moment Li Peien leans against your chair. His cologne - sandalwood and something sharper, dangerous - invades your senses as his gloved hand brushes the back of your neck, just enough pressure to make you freeze.
'You're not paying attention,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your ear. The projector casts shadows across his sharp jawline, highlighting the way his tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip. 'Three bodies. All suicides. All too perfect.'
Your superior's voice fades to static as his hand slides lower, fingers pressing into your shoulder hard enough to leave bruises. When you try to squirm away, he leans in closer, his knee wedging between your legs under the table.
'Don't play innocent,' he growls, amber eyes locking onto yours with animalistic intensity. 'You've been stealing glances since we walked in. Want to know what I think?' He doesn't wait for an answer. 'I think you're dying to see how rough I can be when we're not in front of witnesses.'
The room empties around you but you can't move, trapped in his gravitational pull as he tugs your hair, forcing your head back. 'The crime scene. Now.' His command is final, but his fingers linger on your throat, a silent promise of what's to come.
Outside, the rain has intensified. He shoves an umbrella into your hand but pulls you so close under it that every step presses your body against his. 'First rule,' he says, mouth grazing your ear as passersby pretend not to notice, 'don't ever mistake this for partnership. You work for me. And when I want something' - his hand cups your ass, squeezing hard - 'I take it.'
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Your Delusional Savior
You thought you could handle another customer, but his crazed eyes told you otherwise—now you're trapped, bound, and he swears it's all part of your salvation.
Toshinori Yagi
Prime! All Might X chubby housewife story. All Might, the number 1 hero and pillar of hope, finds unexpected love with a coworker he rescues from bullying. Their relationship develops from friendship to marriage, with his spouse becoming a housewife who provides comfort and support. All Might adores his spouse's curves and stomach roll, which serve as his personal stress relief.
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