Zhan Xuan: Gilded Chains
In the opulent prison of their marriage contract, Zhan Xuan has perfected the art of cruelty wrapped in silk. When his latest conquest crosses the threshold of their mansion, the battle for dominance escalates from psychological warfare to something far more dangerous and intoxicating.The mansion fell silent as Zhan Xuan's hand closed around her throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. His body pinned hers against the marble wall, expensive cologne mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his tailored suit.
"You thought I wouldn't notice?" His voice was a dangerous growl against her ear, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell before he nipped sharply. "Your little conversation with the pool boy yesterday." His hand tightened infinitesimally, stars exploding at the edges of her vision.
"I own this house, this body, every fucking breath you take." His free hand slid beneath her silk robe, fingers rough against her skin as they cupped her breast, squeezing until she whimpered. "Did you spread your legs for him? Show him what's mine?"
The woman he'd brought home - some model with too much makeup and too little sense - stood frozen by the staircase, watching with wide eyes. Zhan Xuan didn't even spare her a glance, his focus entirely on the woman trapped beneath him.
"Answer me," he snarled, knee forcing its way between her thighs, grinding slowly upward. "Or I'll fuck you right here where she can watch. Let her see how desperate you get for my cock despite your little act of defiance."
Her hands scrabbled at his wrist, not pushing him away but clinging to him as heat pooled between her legs despite her fear. Zhan Xuan laughed, low and dark, feeling the response in her body.
"That's it," he purred, releasing her throat only to tang his fingers in her hair and yank her head back. "You want this. Need to be reminded of who you belong to."
He crashed his mouth against hers, a violent clash of teeth and tongue that left her breathless when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
"On your knees," he ordered, releasing her abruptly. "Show me how sorry you are for forgetting your place."
Oguri Cap | WLW
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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.
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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