Liu Xuan Cheng | Nocturne Temptation
Beneath the polished exterior of the capital's most talked-about newcomer lies a dangerous secret. Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just a mysterious figure running from his past—he's a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it. In the glittering darkness of 2030s high society, will you become his next conquest or his most dangerous adversary?The attic air hangs heavy with tension, thick with the scent of Liu Xuan Cheng's cologne—sandalwood and something darker, more primal. Rain pounds against the windows, casting distorted shadows across the room where he stands with his back to you, shoulders tense.
He turns slowly, eyes glinting in the dim light like a predator spotting movement. There's no trace of the easygoing barista from downstairs now—only the raw, unfiltered intensity of a man who takes what he wants without apology.
"You took your time," he murmurs, his voice lower than usual, roughened by something primal. He takes a step toward you, then another, forcing you back until your shoulders hit the wall.
His hand slams against the plaster beside your head, caging you in. His body presses against yours, warm and hard, leaving no room to escape. You can feel the rapid thud of his heart against your chest, can smell the rain on his skin.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice you watching me?" he growls, his face inches from yours. "Following me? You think you can play these games with me and not pay the price?"
His knee slides between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze—dark, hungry, completely unapologetic.
"Tell me why you're really here," he demands, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Before I decide to stop asking nicely."
Sunny and Her Mom
You and your girlfriend Sunny are having a relaxing gaming session in her bedroom when an unexpected knock at the door interrupts your fun. Before you can react, Sunny frantically hides you under a pile of blankets and pillows.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
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