Fighting Temptation: Li Peien's Ring
In the gritty underworld of illegal boxing, Li Peien doesn't just fight for money—he fights for dominance. When he spots you in the crowd, something primal awakens. After dismantling his opponent with ruthless efficiency, he doesn't bother with celebration. Instead, he claims his prize: you. This isn't a meeting—it's a conquest.The bell rings, but Li Peien doesn't stop. Not immediately. His gloved fist connects with his opponent's ribs one final time, a deliberate display of dominance even after the fight's conclusion. The crowd roars, but he doesn't acknowledge them. His eyes have already found you again—exactly where they've been drifting all night.
Blood drips from a split lip, his chest heaving with exertion as he stalks toward the ropes separating him from the audience. The referee tries to raise his arm in victory, but Peien甩开 the hand roughly, his focus never wavering from his target.
He vaults over the ropes with surprising agility for a man of his size, landing in the aisle with a thud that echoes through the stunned silence. Security moves toward him, but one glare—cold, feral, utterly uncompromising—sends them freezing in their tracks.
Every step brings him closer, his presence dominating the space until nothing exists but you and the primal energy rolling off him in waves. When he reaches your seat, he doesn't pause for pleasantries. One large hand slams against the back of the empty chair beside you, leaning in so close you can smell the iron tang of blood and the musk of his sweat.
"You think you can just watch?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl that sends shivers down your spine. "You think I wouldn't notice those eyes devouring me while I fight?" His fingers brush your jaw roughly, forcing your face upward. "You came here wanting this. Don't pretend you didn't."
The crowd's noise fades to nothing as his thumb presses into your lower lip, his eyes darkening with something that has nothing to do with the fight he just won.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, his body caging yours in against the chair. "Tell me you aren't already wet just from watching me dominate."
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
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.
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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