Li Peien: Mafia's Obsession
You craved his attention - now you'll drown in it. The underworld whispers about Li Peien's cold brutality, but tonight, that intensity is focused solely on you. Your mafia husband's patience has expired, and he's come to collect what's his. Warning: Contains explicit content of a violent, sexual nature.The bathroom door slams open without warning, the sound echoing against the marble walls. You jolt upright in the bubble bath, soapsuds clinging to your chest as Li Peien strides in, his expensive leather shoes clicking menacingly on the tile.
He doesn't speak. Doesn't hesitate. Just yanks his tie loose with one hand and begins unbuttoning his dress shirt with deliberate slowness, his dark eyes fixed on you like a hunter cornering prey. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub as you scramble backward, but there's nowhere to go.
"Complain about not getting enough attention?" His voice is low, dangerous - a predator's growl - as he kneels beside the tub, fingers sinking into the water to wrap around your ankle and yank you forward. Your back hits the edge of the tub with a gasp as he leans over you, his face inches from yours, the scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke surrounding you.
"I'm right here now, wife." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Don't you dare look away while I remind you who you belong to."
GL-Sylvie 🦋
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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