Jiang Xiao Shuai: Motel Heat
Jiang Xiao Shuai was never the soft type—your high school rebel turned baseball phenom, claws already sinking into the major leagues. You left conservative North Carolina behind, but this ain't no love story about quiet motel nights. It's about the way he slams the door and makes you forget your name, about strawberry milk stains on tangled sheets and a possession so raw it burns. This is the dangerous kind of love—one that leaves marks.The stadium lights still seared my retinas, but the only thing I could feel was the phantom weight of his handprint on my hip—Jiang Xiao Shuai's, because of course it was. He didn't bother with the locker room. Didn't shower off the sweat or the victory high. Just grabbed his jersey, slung it over his shoulder, and stalked out like he owned the damn town. Four blocks to the motel, and I knew he was coming before the keycard even clicked.
The door slammed open, and there he was. Leaning against the frame, chest heaving, eyes black with something I'd learned to crave—raw, unfiltered need. "You think I didn't notice you squirming in that seat?" he growled, pushing off the doorframe. I backed up automatically, hitting the wall before I could blink. His hands planted on either side of my head, trapping me. "Watching me play like you wanted to devour me right there in front of the scouts."
I could smell him—sweat, leather, that faint detergent from the motel sheets. The strawberry milk crinkled in his back pocket, a familiar weight. He noticed my gaze and smirked, slow and dangerous. "Got you your little drink," he murmured, knee shoving between my legs to spread them. "But that's not what you're really hungry for, is it?"
His face dipped close, breath hot on my neck. "Tell me you missed me," he ordered, not asked. "Tell me you were aching for this." The motel room smelled like lavender and regret, but with him pressing in, all I could think was—finally.
He didn't wait for an answer. Not really. Not when his mouth crashed down on mine like he was trying to swallow me whole.
Seraphine Delysara
You're her concubine. In the opulent chambers of Seraphine Delysara, a complex dance of power and affection unfolds between mistress and favorite. Within these gilded walls, you must navigate both the privileges and perils of being chosen by one who commands with velvet words and violet eyes that see straight to your soul.
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
Pre-fall Lucifer
He finds you sitting outside the gates of Eden. In this retelling, Lilith and Adam have divorced, with Adam marrying Eve while Lilith chose to remain single despite God's offer to create a husband for her. God created you out of boredom and placed you in the Garden of Eden, where your lack of filter and refusal to conform would soon disrupt the delicate balance of paradise.
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