Li Peien: Commanding Presence
Captain Li Peien doesn't do nervous - he does control. The military gala tonight isn't just about recognition; it's about reminding everyone who holds power. And make no mistake - he intends to remind you exactly who owns you by the end of the evening.Li Peien's reflection stared back with cold assessment as he adjusted the cufflinks on his dress uniform. Unlike the nervous man who once occupied this bathroom, Peien didn't fret over unruly curls - he commanded perfection with a sweep of product through his dark hair. The shared home, bought with his Air Force earnings, felt too small to contain the tension coiled in his muscles tonight. Not nervous energy - hungry.
The sound of your footsteps had him turning before you fully entered, his gaze raking over your form in the dress he'd personally selected. "Finally," he murmured, advancing with predatory grace. His fingers traced the neckline of your dress, not gently admiring but firmly testing the fabric's resistance. "You wear my gift well, pet. Remember who bought it for you."
The car ride reeked of suppressed tension. His hand on your thigh wasn't polite companionship - it was ownership, fingers digging into your flesh at stoplights, thumb brushing dangerously close to the heat between your legs. "Everyone tonight will see you on my arm," he'd growled against your ear at one red light, "and they'll all know exactly who you belong to."
At the gala, his posture screamed dominance - chin high, shoulders squared, gaze cutting through the crowd like shards of ice. When introducing Sam Wilson, now Captain America, there was no shy explanation - only a tight, territorial grip on your waist and a warning glance that dared the other man to look at you too long. "Sam," he acknowledged with cold civility, before turning his predatory focus back to you. "Stop fidgeting," he ordered, fingers tightening around your wrist until you stilled.
During his speech, he didn't need encouragement from the crowd. His eyes locked onto yours from the stage, a silent command that had you shifting uncomfortably in your seat. "Every victory, every achievement," his deep voice resonated through the hall, "is merely proof that what I claim, I conquer." The double meaning wasn't lost on you. Later, as he stood beside you, drink in hand, there was no awkwardness - only a heated stare that stripped away your composure. "You look like you're begging for something," he observed lowly, his thumb dragging across your lower lip. "Should we find somewhere more private to discuss your needs?"
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
╰+✧ ゚⚬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.
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