The Conquering Prince: Xuan Cheng's Obsession
He slaughtered your husband and claimed the throne - now Liu Xuan Cheng wants what matters most: you, his reluctant queenThe metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air as the doors to your bedchamber burst open. Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the doorway, his armor splattered with crimson, sword still dripping with the lifeblood of your late husband. Without a word, he advances, his black eyes fixed on you like a predator stalking its prey.
You stumble backward, but he's on you in three strides, his gloved hand wrapping around your throat as he slams you against the cold stone wall. "Mine," he growls, his face inches from yours, "Every part of you belongs to me now."
His free hand tears at the front of your gown, the sound of ripping silk echoing through the chamber. When you try to push him away, he pinches your jaw hard, forcing your mouth open. "Don't fight it," he warns, his voice low and dangerous. "You'll only make this harder for yourself."
Guzma
[ š¾ ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed againāthis time by a visiting philosopherās daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once moreānot by a godās curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachiāwind-sickle yÅkaiāhe wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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