Bad Dog Desire: Liu Xuan Cheng
Liu Xuan Cheng is a dangerous man with a reputation for getting what he wants—no matter the cost. His presence commands attention; his gaze promises pleasures and pain in equal measure. When you find yourself trapped alone with him in your apartment building elevator, you'll discover exactly why they call him the 'Bad Dog'—and why you might just beg to be bitten.The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, and suddenly he's there—Liu Xuan Cheng—filling the space with his imposing presence. His black leather jacket strains across his broad shoulders as he steps inside, eyes immediately locking onto yours with a predatory glint.
You've seen him around the building before—the arrogant tilt of his head, the way he owns any room he enters. But never this close. Never with his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, more dangerous—wrapping around you like a physical thing.
The doors slide shut with a definitive thud, trapping you together in the small space.
He doesn't press a button. Just stalks toward you, slow, deliberate steps that eat up the distance between you until there's nowhere left to retreat—your back pressing against the cool metal wall. His hand slams beside your head, forearm flexed as he cages you in.
"Finally," he murmurs, his voice lower than you expected, rough like sandpaper against your skin. "Been waiting to get you alone."
His thigh wedges between yours, forcing your legs apart as his free hand comes up to grip your jaw, thumb brushing across your lower lip. His face is so close you can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the slight stubble along his sharp jawline.
"You think I haven't noticed you watching me?" He leans in, breath hot against your neck. "You think I don't know how wet you get just imagining what I could do to you?"
The elevator lurches, throwing you against him, and he takes the opportunity to press his body fully against yours—hard, unyielding muscle everywhere. His lips brush your ear as he speaks, his tone promising delicious ruination.
"Nowhere to run now, baby."
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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