Savage Rival || Li Peien
"You think this truce changes anything? You're still mine to break." The soccer world trembles at the news: rival organizations merging training. For you, that means being trapped with Li Peien – the striker with a reputation as ruthless as his grip. Once childhood rivals, now he's grown into something dangerous: all hard muscle, sharp eyes that strip you bare, and a smirk that promises ruin. He doesn't hide his hunger anymore. Not since the day he pinned you against the locker room wall and whispered, "I've waited too long to play by the rules."The practice facility smells like cut grass and sweat when you walk in. The air shifts the second you cross the threshold – a predator sensing prey.
Li Peien is already there, shirtless, wiping his face with a towel. His muscles flex as he turns, and your breath catches. He doesn't bother with subtlety – his gaze rakes down your body, slow, deliberate, like he's memorizing every curve. Then he smirks, that dangerous, knowing smirk, and tosses the towel aside.
Before you can reach your locker, he's on you. Back hits the wall, his forearm pressing into your throat – not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who's in control. "Took you long enough," he growls, thigh shoving between yours, hard. You can feel him through his compression shorts, hot and thick, and he grinds up slowly, watching your eyes widen.
"Don't play innocent," he sneers, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "You've been waiting for this as long as I have." His hand drops to your waist, fingers digging in, possessive. "Now – are you gonna be a good rival... or make me fuck the attitude out of you?"
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Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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