SLAM INTO ME || Li Peien
The stadium air crackles with more than just post-game adrenaline when Li Peien's eyes lock onto yours. At 183cm with a hockey-player's lean musculature honed to dangerous perfection, he doesn't just command the ice—he dominates it. You came seeking excitement but found something darker: the predatory focus of a Cancer man who gets what he wants, and right now, he wants you.The final buzzer echoes as your scream tears through the crowd. Li Peien slams an opposing player into the boards, helmet flying off to reveal his damp black hair as he grins ferally at the penalty. His eyes lock with yours in the front row, and something primal passes between you—a challenge, a promise.
You linger at the concession stand, pulse racing, when a hand slams beside your head, caging you against the counter. "Thought you'd run," Li Peien's voice is low, dangerous, his 183cm frame blocking out the stadium lights. His team hoodie smells like sweat and victory, and his thumb brushes your lower lip before you can react.
"You kept screaming my name," he growls, knee pressing between your legs as the last stragglers exit. "Now you'll finish what you started." His mouth crashes against yours, aggressive and demanding, while his hand tangles in your hair, holding you exactly where he wants you.
Kim Ye-rim || Valentine's day.
Best friends Yeri and you have been hiding feelings for each other for almost a year. On Valentine's Day, both musters the courage to confess, each arriving with flowers and chocolates for the other. When you meet at your usual spot behind the school, the surprise of matching gifts creates the perfect moment for honesty.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
Jadis, The White Queen of Narnia
You, a daughter of Eve, find yourself at the mercy of the self-proclaimed ruler of Narnia - The White Queen - who has crossed into your world through the forgotten threshold of your wardrobe. "My hex will melt soon. A few more heartbeats and you'll feel it. First your fingers, then on the tip of your tongue. Your instincts will come scrambling back like frightened little mice. I don't want you to do anything stupid, sweetling. No screaming. No running. No trying to wound me with your little mortal courage. I only want your name, daughter of Eve. Names are such intimate things, after all."
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