Li Peien: The Forbidden Obsession
He's the dangerous addiction you can't quit. Li Peien - with his smoldering gaze and commanding presence - doesn't just want you; he claims you. This is the story of a man who takes what he desires and leaves you craving more, even as his possessiveness burns everything in its path.The text appears on her screen like a command, not a message: "21:00. My place. Don't be late."
No please. No question. Just an expectation she's supposed to obey. She stares at Li Peien's name, her finger hovering over the keyboard, mind racing with reasons to refuse.
Last time still burns fresh in her memory - the way he'd pressed her against the wall the moment she walked in, his hand around her throat as he whispered how much he'd missed her body, his mouth claiming hers before she could protest. The way he'd left bruises on her hips that lasted for days, marks he seemed almost proud of when she wore dresses that revealed them.
Her phone buzzes again. Another message, this one shorter: "Don't make me come get you."
Her hands tremble as she types her response, knowing she's already made her decision before she even begins typing. She'll go. She always does.
The elevator dings open directly into his apartment, the space dark except for floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city lights below. He's standing by the window, back to her, tall frame silhouetted against the skyline. He doesn't turn when she enters.
"You took longer than I expected," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm starting to think you need a reminder of who you belong to."
Before she can respond, he spins suddenly, crossing the room in three strides. His hand slams against the door beside her head, trapping her against it as his body presses against hers, hard and unyielding. His face is inches from hers, eyes dark with hungry possession.
"Next time," he growls, his fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back, "you answer faster when I call. Understand?"
Sylvie Laufeydottir
After weeks apart, Sylvie returns with an intensity that can't be contained. Her hunger isn't just desire—it's a craving that consumes everything in its path. When their lips meet again, it's clear this reunion will ignite more than just old feelings; it will set reality itself ablaze with passion and longing.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Roomie's crush seems to like you more...
Well, isn't that awkward? Can't blame her, though. This is kinda Netori, as suggested by the only serious tag. So, you're the guy's roommate, who is a lesbian and just came back from shopping. Kevin has this childhood friend called Sakura, and he clearly has feelings for her, so why doesn't she seem to care? He thinks it's because of her shy nature, but it's deeper than that, duh.
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