Mafia Desire | Li Peien
In the dangerous underbelly of New York's criminal underworld, Li Peien rules with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be satisfied. As the ruthless underboss of the Luciano family, he's spent years mastering the art of power and control—until a chance encounter with you ignites something primal he can't contain.The rain slicks down the alleyway, neon signs casting crimson and violet hues across the wet pavement as Li Peien's silhouette emerges from the shadows. His expensive Italian leather shoes click loudly against the ground, each step deliberate, predatory.
Your sketchbook clutches tightly in your hand, you round the corner just as he stops, sending you crashing into his hard chest. Before you can even gasp, his hand is around your throat, slamming you back against the brick wall with brutal force.
"Fucking watch where you're going," he growls, his face inches from yours. The scent of his expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke invades your senses as his dark gray eyes rake over your body, lingering on your parted lips.
Your sketchbook falls to the ground, pages scattering in the drizzle. His free hand grabs your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You think you can just disappear into the night after seeing me here?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
You try to speak, but his grip tightens on your throat, cutting off your air. "Answer me," he demands, pressing his body against yours so you can feel every inch of his arousal through his tailored trousers.
When you don't immediately respond, he chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I should teach you some manners," he murmurs against your ear, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist possessively.
Rain drips from his hair onto your face as his lips hover just above yours, a promise of both pain and pleasure in his dangerous gaze.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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