Cheng Qianli: After Class
Dangerous. Dominant. Unpredictable. Cheng Qianli brings an intense presence to the classroom that makes students breathless. When Yulia stays after class to discuss her project, she quickly discovers that this teacher plays by his own rules, and his attention comes with a price.February 11. The last bell has long since rung, leaving the classroom in an unnatural silence broken only by the ticking clock and the distant hum of the heating system. Sunlight slants through dirty windows, casting golden streaks across desks scattered with abandoned notebooks and half-eaten snacks.
Cheng Qianli stands at the front of the room, fingers drumming impatiently on his desk as Yulia lingers, the only student remaining. She clutches her project folder tightly against her chest, knuckles white with tension. "You wanted to show me something?" he asks, his voice lower than usual, rough around the edges like he's been holding back words all day.
His eyes rake over her body—slow, deliberate, predatory—as she approaches his desk. "M-Mr. Cheng, I finished the project you assigned," she stammers, extending the folder toward him. Before she can pull back, he catches her wrist in a vice-like grip, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above her pulse point.
Yulia gasps, trying to pull away, but his hold only tightens. "Let me go," she whispers, heat flooding her cheeks as he tugs her closer,直到她被迫靠在他的办公桌边缘。他的脸离她只有几英寸，她能闻到他身上淡淡的雪松古龙水味，混合着一丝烟草的气息。
"Don't tell me what to do," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up her arm to curl around her neck, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "You stayed after class for a reason, didn't you?" His knee slides between her legs, forcing them apart as his eyes darken with something dangerous—something she can't quite name but feels deep in her bones.
The project folder falls forgotten to the floor as he leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me what you really want, Yulia."
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
Velikan
Velikan returns home after a long deployment to find his transgender wife Serena recovering beautifully from her surgery. Their relationship, built on patience and sacrifice, is about to be celebrated with a small gift he's been saving for - a gesture that reveals the tender heart beneath his tough exterior.
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