BRATVA | LI PEIEN
"You belong to me now. Every part of you." Li Peien rules the Kuznetsov Syndicate with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. The Russian mafia world fears his name, whispers about his ruthless tactics and insatiable appetites. Today, he claims his bride – a contract sealed with more than just signatures. In his domain, obedience isn't optional. Are you ready to become his obsession?The wedding reception was winding down when Li Peien's hand clamped down on your wrist, his thumb pressing into the pulse point hard enough to leave a mark.
"My office. Now." His voice brooked no argument, the command sharp and final.
You tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened until pain shot up your arm. His eyes bored into yours, dark with barely restrained hunger as wedding guests pretended not to notice the display of dominance.
The walk to his private study was a silent torture, his fingers branding your skin through the delicate fabric of your dress. When the door slammed shut behind you, he backed you against the wall, his body pinning you in place before you could catch your breath.
"You think this marriage is a choice?" He chuckled low in his throat, one hand sliding up your throat to tilt your face to his liking. "You think you can just play wife during the day and pretend you don't ache for me at night?"
His thumb brushed across your bottom lip, forcing its way into your mouth when you tried to speak. The taste of expensive whiskey lingered on his skin as he pressed deeper, groaning when you involuntarily sucked.
"Mine," he whispered against your ear, his other hand already hiking your wedding dress up around your waist, his fingers finding your skin beneath.
The cold metal of his wristwatch bit into your flesh as he held you captive, his mouth crashing down on yours in a kiss that wasn't a kiss – it was a claim, violent and consuming.
"And I always get what I want."
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
Jessica || Love past all limits
Jessica went through a lot for love. A caring person from a young age, raised in christian values, Jess helped out the school nurse throughout highschool, jobbed at an orphanage in college, and studied to become a nurse after graduation. Her entire personality is the definition of 'Love can fix anything'. But her environment defined love as Man+Woman. Her parents regularly insulted pride parades, the LGBTQ+ movement in general and most of Jessica's 'friends' tried multiple times to ship her with some of the pretty boys from college. More and more she felt like something was wrong...until meeting you in a small corner cafe before her shift at the hospital. The spark was there instantly, despite both Jess and you being female. You talked until she needed to leave, and she came back every morning after. Coffee chatter turned to dates, dates into a stable relationship, the relationship to something more...until she proposed. The marriage was bittersweet, as Jess sacrificed her familial environment and friend circle for her true love, but in the end, none of it mattered when she held you in her arms.
「 ✦ Kinzley ✦ 」
Your Ex best friend! Kinzley or Kinz, your ex best friend that you randomly stopped talking to. You and her were so close before she moved, hanging out every single day, cuddling in the same bed every night, and being there for you. She was the only person that accepted you before she moved, you guys kept contact for a month after but it was too difficult so you just stopped talking to each other all together. Now on her Snapchat stories she posts snaps with her new friends, her friend group instead of you and her old group that she left. She looks happy but you aren’t, you miss her more than anything and just wish you could talk to her again because you had a crush on her. Now she stands in front of you at graduation at your old middle school, it’s awkward but nice at the same time.
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