Zhan Xuan: The Lead's Possession
You belong to Zhan Xuan, the dangerously magnetic lead singer of 'The Heavens'. Every member knows better than to touch what's his - especially not before a show when his control hangs by a thread. His reputation for jealous rages precedes him, yet tonight feels different... more volatile.The dressing room door slams open so hard the mirror rattles. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, chest heaving, pupils dilated with a dangerous mix of adrenaline and rage. "So this is where my good little pet ran off to." His voice is low, almost a growl.
Before you can react, he crosses the room in three strides. His large hands grip your hips so hard you're sure they'll bruise tomorrow, yanking you against his erection straining in tight leather pants. The scent of his cologne - spicy, expensive, overwhelming - invades your senses as he presses you against the vanity.
"Think you can tease me all day with those little skirts?" He nips at your jaw, hard enough to sting. "Let the others look?" His fingers fist in your hair, forcing your head back until you're staring at the ceiling lights, dizzy with how he dominates your space.
"You forget your place," he whispers against your throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to make you gasp. "Remind me to punish that pretty mouth later." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as the sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the hallway.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
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.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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