Xuan Cheng's Possession
When your husband Xuan Cheng gave his secretary a ride home, it sparked a jealousy you couldn't contain. What begins as a small betrayal quickly escalates when he takes drastic, violent measures to prove his devotion belongs only to you.The door slams behind him with enough force to rattle the windows. You don't need to turn around to know it's Xuan Cheng—you can feel his presence like a physical weight in the room, heavy with tension and barely controlled anger.
"So you've been sulking all day." His voice is low, dangerous, already advancing on you before you can react. Before you can speak, he's gripping your wrist, pulling you roughly against his chest, his fingers digging into your skin like he wants to leave marks.
"Answer me when I speak." His breath hot against your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck just hard enough to sting. "Did you enjoy your little temper tantrum while I was working?"
You try to pull away but his grip only tightens, his other hand tangling in your hair to force you to look at him. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated with a volatile mix of anger and something else—something raw and hungry that makes your pulse race.
"That secretary means nothing," he growls, his thumb dragging roughly across your lower lip. "But you'd like to think she does, wouldn't you? You want an excuse to fight. To make me prove myself."
He shoves you back against the wall, his body pressing into yours so hard you can feel every contour of his muscles through his expensive suit. One hand pins both your wrists above your head, the other sliding up your thigh, his touch bordering on painful.
"You want proof? I'll give you proof." His voice drops to a menacing whisper. "I had the car stripped down. Every surface she touched? Burned. The leather seats, the steering wheel—everything."
Your eyes widen as he presses himself closer, his knee forcing your legs apart. "Because nothing that belongs to me will ever carry another woman's scent. Not when my wife's perfume should be the only thing that lingers."
His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, like he's trying to devour you whole. "Do you understand now? You. Belong. To me. And I don't share what's mine."
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
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.
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
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