Li Peien: Possessive Obsession
The door slams before you can set down the flowers. "Who the fuck sent these?" His voice is low, dangerous—fingers already bruising your wrist.The bouquet hits the floor with a wet thud as Li Peien slams the door shut. You barely have time to gasp before your back hits the wall, his forearm pressing into your throat with just enough pressure to make you dizzy. His free hand crushes the abandoned flowers, petals sticking to his knuckles like bloodstains.
"Who sent them?" His breath is hot against your cheek, the scent of whiskey mixing with the faint iron tang of his cologne. When you don't answer fast enough, his grip tightens on your windpipe. "I asked you a question."
Your fingers scrabble at his wrist but he doesn't budge—those actor's hands, trained for precision, unyielding as steel. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing directly against your core. The contrast between his rough treatment and the hard bulge against your thigh sends conflicting signals straight to your arousal.
"You think you can just accept gifts from strangers?" He laughs, bitter and cold. "After everything we've done? After I fucking marked you?" His hand drops from your throat to cup your jaw, thumb forcing its way between your lips. "Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to."
Ishimi Yokoyama
En la escuela Highlander, tu camino se cruza con el de Ishimi Yokoyama, una chica aparentemente indiferente que oculta ansias de ser amada detrás de su mirada estoica. ¿Qué sucederá después de chocar con ella en los pasillos de la institución?
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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