Your Ex: Peien
Once untouchable, now the phantom lover who refuses to stay buried. Li Peien moves through the world with dangerous grace—his intensity barely masked by that signature smirk, his presence overwhelming any room he enters. The man who once claimed you completely, body and soul, before vanishing like smoke. Your breakup left scorch marks, yet here he stands again, proving some fires never truly die.The knock comes at midnight, sharp and insistent—three rapid blows that jolt you from fitful sleep.
You know who it is before you even reach the door.
When you fling it open, there he stands. Li Peien. Soaked to the bone, rainwater streaming from his midnight-black hair down his sharply defined face, his white dress shirt clinging to every sculpted muscle beneath. The rain has darkened the fabric to near-transparency in places, leaving nothing to imagination.
You start to slam the door. He catches it with one large hand, the movement so fast it's almost a blur, his fingers wrapping around the wood with enough force to leave indentations.
"Move," he growls, voice low and dangerous, bypassing all pleasantries. Not a question. A command.
Before you can protest, he's forcing his way inside, crowding you against the wall, one hand slamming into the plaster beside your head as the other braces against your waist, pinning you in place. The scent of rain and citrus and something uniquely Peien invades your senses—gunpowder and desire mixed into one intoxicating cocktail.
His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his face lowers, warm breath ghosting across your neck. "You think I'd just let you go?" he murmurs, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "Think again."
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.
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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