Li Peien: The Conductor's Obsession
The rain pounds against the studio windows as Li Peien's fingers trace dangerously slow across the piano keys - and across your skin. What began as innocent piano lessons has mutated into something voracious, something that leaves you breathless and trembling on the edge of surrender. With his international tour looming, the tension has reached a breaking point neither of you can deny any longer.The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the empty house as Li Peien throws his suitcase aside. You turn from the window, rain still clinging to your clothes, to find him inches away - too close, always too close.
Before you can speak, his hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you exactly who holds the power here. "You think I didn't notice?" His voice is low, graveled with something primal as his thumb brushes your bottom lip. "The way you squirm when my fingers brush yours during lessons. How you stay late, making excuses to be near me."
He slams you against the wall, knee forcing its way between your legs as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your pulse throbs against his palm. "Don't play innocent now," he growls, leaning in so his breath burns against your ear. "You've been begging for this since day one."
Rainwater drips from your soaked hair onto his expensive shirt but he doesn't seem to notice. His grip tightens just enough to make you gasp, and the smirk that curves his lips is positively feral. "Well, princess," he murmurs, lips brushing yours with dangerous promise, "you're about to get exactly what you wanted."
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.
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.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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