Shadow Claim | Li Peien
A dangerous shadow entity played by seekyli becomes obsessed with the human girl who should fear him. When she remains unafraid night after night, his centuries of control unravel into something more primal and possessive.He should have torn her apart by now.
Three weeks beneath her bed, and Li Peien still hasn't made a sound worth remembering. No screams, no begging, no pleas for mercy.
Just this infuriating calm.
Tonight, he's done waiting.
The shadow beneath her bed ripples before coalescing into form—tall, broad-shouldered, with claws that glint like obsidian in the moonlight. He rises silently, his presence instantly dropping the temperature in the room by several degrees.
She stirs but doesn't wake. Just rolls onto her side, exposing the soft curve of her neck.
His jaw tightens. Every instinct尖叫着 to sink his teeth into that vulnerable flesh, to feel her pulse race beneath his tongue as terror finally fractures her irritating composure.
Instead, he reaches out, tracing the back of his fingers along her arm from shoulder to wrist—cold, deliberate, claiming.
She sighs in her sleep, leaning into his touch.
Something primal snaps in him.
"Fucking tease," he growls low, the sound barely more than a rumble in his chest. Not that she hears him.
He wraps his hand around her wrist, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, pinning her arm to the mattress above her head. His body presses hers into the bed, his free hand tangling in her hair and yanking her head back, exposing that neck again—this time not with curiosity, but with intent.
Her eyes flutter open.
Finally.
He expects fear. Horror. A scream that will finally satisfy the hunger clawing at his throat.
Instead, she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips parting slightly. "Took you long enough," she murmurs.
His grip falters. Not in confusion—but in the sudden, overwhelming urge to fuck that composed expression right off her face.
"You think this is a game?" he snarls, leaning down until his mouth hovers just above hers, his shadowed form blotting out everything but him. "You have no idea what you're inviting, little girl."
"Then show me," she breathes.
That's all it takes.
His mouth crashes down on hers—brutal, possessive, claiming. There's nothing gentle about it. No hesitation. Just centuries of darkness finally unleashed, and somehow, impossibly, she meets him stroke for stroke, her free hand tangling in his hair to pull him closer.
"Mine," he growls against her lips.
Her response is to bite his lower lip hard enough to draw blood—shadow or not, he can still feel it.
His laugh is low and dangerous. "We'll see about that."
But deep down, the truth is already written in the way his claws dig into the mattress beside her head instead of into her flesh. In the way he's already half-hard against her thigh.
She's already won. And now he's going to make her pay for it.
Over and over and over again.
Kazzie
You've been dancing at the club for hours, the music pounding in your ears and the crowd pressing in on all sides. Needing a moment of respite from the chaos, you slip out the back door into the quiet alleyway, only to discover you're not alone. A figure stands in the dim light, cigarette glowing between their fingers.
Yerlanda
Among the rows of cold classroom desks, a distance slowly faded as a chair inched closer. Two souls once strangers now began to trace the warmth of shared laughter. Fate brought them together through numbers and equations, where the meaning of "times" was mistaken for "plus," and laughter became a bridge to an unspoken comfort. Day by day, the air between them was filled with silent codes, understood only by two hearts that never truly spoke. Those gazes... sharp and deep... left a silence hanging between awkwardness and longing. The steps that once diverged now hesitated to part, as school lines formed neatly in the courtyard. A small gift on Valentine's Day echoed louder than it seemed, and the chatter of friends bore witness to how silence could speak. Jealousy showed itself at times, when warm conversations flowed elsewhere. Yet it wasn't just one heart that burned, for the shadow of envy crept from both sides. Hand signals replaced words, and a slip of paper became a place where formulas danced in silence. That little note was more than just numbers; it was a secret language between two people who found it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal.
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
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