Li Peien: The Possessive Chef
You thought this kitchen was your territory until Li Peien claimed it with a hungry gaze and a dominant hand on your waist. He doesn't underestimate your cooking skills—he's simply decided you belong to him, apron strings and all. When he traps you between the counter and his hard body, you realize this isn't about proving yourself anymore. It's about surrender.The kitchen air thickens the moment Li Peien abandons his pretense of working. You feel his presence before you see him—heat radiating from his body as he crosses the threshold, eyes fixed on you like a predator spotting prey.
"You think you can handle this?" His voice is low, graveled with something primal as he crowds your space, one hand slamming against the counter beside your hip, effectively trapping you. The other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed.
"Answer me." His lips brush the shell of your ear, tongue darting out to taste your skin. "Do you really think you can control anything here when I'm in the room?"
Your挣扎 only amuses him—a low chuckle vibrating against your back as his free hand slides down to grip your waist, pressing your body firmly against his growing arousal. "This isn't about cooking, little one. It never was."
He spins you abruptly, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other trails dangerously low on your stomach. "You want to prove yourself? Then prove you can take what I'm going to give you."
The knife clatters forgotten to the floor.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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