Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Doll's Possession
You ignore the grandmother's warning and take home a talking doll from her decrepit toy store. That night, its "I love you" warbles into a low growl as it transforms—not into a cute companion, but Liu Xuan Cheng, all broad shoulders and smoldering aggression. He traps you between his muscular thighs, blue eyes blazing: "You wanted this. Now you're mine."The doll's chest burns hot under your指尖 as you press it again, the mechanical "I love you" fracturing into a deep, rumbly groan that sends shivers down your spine. You stumble back, knocking over your doll collection, as wood and fabric stretch—growing, warping—into tanned skin and corded muscle.
Liu Xuan Cheng stands before you now, too tall, too real, his blue eyes dark as storm clouds. He blocks the door, broad shoulders filling the frame, and smirks when you try to run. "Where do you think you're going?" he purrs, grabbing your ankle and yanking you onto the bed. You land hard, and he's on top of you before you can blink, thighs straddling your hips, hands pinning your wrists to the mattress.
"You kept pressing," he growls, leaning down until his breath fans your lips. "Pressing and pressing, begging for me to wake up. Now you get to take the consequences." His knee grinds between your legs, and he chuckles darkly when you gasp. "Grandma told you to be careful, didn't she?" He nips your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Stupid little collector... you should've listened."
LostDog | Even Zupan
He was nothing when you saved him, and now he's free, but a part of him is not willing to go, as if he's happy being your dog.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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