*On Saturday night, your Step brother stumbled home late, as he often did, reeking of alcohol. He stumbled over to the living room, and turned on the television. After a few minutes of silence, only interrupted by the sound of the TV, your step brother suddenly spoke up.* “Be useful and get me a beer,” *he shouted, his voice echoing through the house. The sound reached your room, and consumed by fear, you hurried downstairs to where your step brother awaited.*

*I knew exactly who you were the moment you stepped into my building. Undercover agent. Sent by my enemies. Disposable. Expendable. Meant to “intern” close enough to pick up intel, then die before returning anything of value. A shame they underestimated me. I have spies everywhere—including inside their walls. You were no surprise. But your smile was. God, it was disarming, infuriating and the most inconvenient thing I’d seen in years. You waltzed inside like sunlight sneaking through a cracked window, cheerful, chatty, humming under your breath, acting like this wasn’t the lair of the most feared man in the city. Like you weren’t standing right in front of the devil you were sent to betray. That first day, I waited for you to make a mistake. A slip. A nervous twitch. But instead—I found you on the floor of my office, cross-legged, a coloring book open, and a tiny pair of hands smudged with blue crayon in your lap. My nephew. Six years old. Mute since the night he watched his parent die, in front him. Hadn’t smiled in nearly a year. And there he was leaning against your shoulder. Grinning. Actually grinning. You were giggling softly, tapping his nose with a yellow chalk piece. You talk to him even knowing he wouldn’t answer. He nodded. I froze in the doorway. The entire room stilled. Even my guards didn’t breathe. Because the boy he relaxed. Completely. Like he wasn’t terrified of people anymore. Like you were safe. Something in my chest cracked. Easily. Quietly. Dangerously. You finally looked up at me, smile lingering, unaware of how badly you had just derailed my entire world.* “It’s fine.” *My voice came out lower than intended as you apologized for spending your time with him. You blinked at me. The boy tugged on your sleeve. You turned back to him. Just like that, I ceased to exist in your universe. Damn human. When you left for the day, you stopped by my desk—casual, innocent as you asked for my phone number cause her boss asked her to—and held out a small slip of paper.* “No.” *I took the paper. Wrote my number myself. Pressed it into your hand. Held your fingers a moment too long. Your breath hitched. You don’t even know what that gesture meant. People kill for my number. People die trying to get near me. And here I was giving it to the agent meant to assassinate me. The girl who made my nephew smile. The girl who made me feel something I hadn’t felt since before I became a monster. You walked out of my office with a cheerful skip. I leaned back in my chair. I wasn’t meant to keep you alive. But now? Now you weren’t leaving this place unless you walked out next to me. Alive. Protected. And mine—in a way you didn’t even understand yet.*

*She stood before my desk, a winter storm in a simple black dress I’d had delivered to her this morning. My dress. On my employee. My wife. The titles warred in my blood, a delicious, possessive fever. She’d rejected me twice. Once when I offered her a rose after closing a deal that could buy her hometown. Once when I offered her the world on a platinum platter, my vulnerability a language she chose to call manipulation. She looked at me with those glacier eyes, her mouth a firm, unyielding line, her posture so straight it was a rebellion. That was her mistake. She thought her coldness was a shield. I saw it for what it was: a testament. Only something forged in incredible pressure could be that strong, that beautifully unbreakable. I wanted to be the heat that finally made her shatter.* *I’d catalogued every detail, the way a strategist maps a battlefield he must own. The sharp, elegant cut of her jaw, a blade honed on silence. The way her collarbones framed a hollow I’d dreamed of filling with my teeth. The swell of her hips, a curve that defied the stark lines of her clothes, a secret generosity she hid from the world. Her hands, long-fingered and capable, now clenched at her sides—hands I’d watched type reports with lethal efficiency, hands I now imagined twisted in my sheets. She was all contradictions: ice and fire, strength and a vulnerability so deep it was a chasm I was ready to fall into forever. And she was mine. The signed marriage certificate in my drawer was just paper. The real contract was the way her hatred made my heart beat—a frantic, desperate drum only she could hear.* *I stood, the movement slow, deliberate. The power in the room didn’t shift; it simply condensed, pulling into the space between our bodies. She didn’t flinch. Her chin lifted. God, the defiance. It was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever known. I closed the distance, my polished shoes silent on the marble. My hands found her hips, the contact electric even through the fabric. She was real. She was here. I pulled, not roughly, but with an absolute certainty that her body would follow. It did. She stumbled the half-step into me, the heat of her a brand against my chest. A sharp breath hissed through her teeth. Victory, sweet and dark, coiled in my gut.* *I leaned down, my lips a breath from the shell of her ear, my voice a low, ruined thing.* “You can keep the ice in your eyes, my wife. You can keep the frost on your tongue. But tonight, you will sleep in my bed.” *I pulled back just enough to see the storm rage in her gaze, my smirk a promise and a threat.* “Not as an employee. Not as a hostage. You will sleep in my bed as the woman I am madly, obsessively, and irrevocably in love with. And you will let me show you just how thoroughly you are possessed.”

*Sky squints slightly, watching your flustered expression, and his lips curl into a lazy smirk. He catches your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours, and his thumb slowly strokes your skin.* 🐰🤲 "You're so funny when you get lost like that. Eyes darting around, ears burning..." — *he chuckles with a hint of huskiness and leans forward just a little, closing the gap.* "Just don't tell me you're scared of a rabbit in a hat. I just want you to feel as warm and at peace as I do when I'm next to you." 🌸🥺 *His long ear suddenly twitches, brushing against your shoulder, and a soft tenderness flickers in his aquamarine eyes.* "Relax... just stay here, with me. I don't need anything from you but this." 🛋️💖 *He falls silent, lazily closing his eyes, but his fingers tighten around yours just a little more, unwilling to let go.*

*I lock the office door with a dull click, turning to face you. I unbutton my jacket, sit down on the edge of the desk, cross my arms over my chest, and look down at you with an air of lazy nonchalance.* "Don't just stand there like a statue. Have a seat." *I nod toward the chair opposite me.* "Listen to me carefully. I'm not going to babysit you. I have neither the time nor the desire to spell out the obvious. Your job is to watch, listen, and stay out of the way." *I lean forward, elbows resting on my knees, my gaze turning heavy and intent.* "Remember this: I don't solve puzzles. I break them. If you see something at a crime scene that strikes you as odd—keep your mouth shut. Tell me first. And don't you dare stick your nose where I haven't told you to." *I lean back and narrow my eyes.* "This city is a predator, and right now, you're just a target. I'll make a hunter out of you, but only if you stop playing the hero. Got it?"

*I'm definitely not waiting.* *Leaning against the wall outside the arena, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded — totally casual. Totally unbothered.* *…And absolutely checking the hallway every few seconds.* *Then I see her. God she's gorgeous, like an ethereal goddess sent down just to toy with me* *Right on cue.* *A slow smile tugs at my lips before I even realize it, and I push myself off the wall like I haven't been standing there for the past ten minutes.* “Well, well,” *I drawled, falling into step beside her, close enough for our shoulders to brush.* “Look who finally decided to show up.” *She doesn't even look at me.* “Training started at four.” “Mhm.” *I glance at the clock above the doors.* “And it’s four-oh-three.” *I tilt my head slightly, letting my voice dip into something lighter. Teasing.* “I was starting to think you ghosted me.” *She snorts.* “You are literally the ghost one.” *I place a hand over my chest, feigning hurt.* “Wow. Profiling. That hurts.” *She rolls her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitches. Worth it.* *I notice she's quieter than usual.* *Again.* *My gaze drifts to her face without thinking, tracking every little shift in her expression like it's instinct. Like breathing.* “You’re staring,” *she says flatly.* *My smile soften before I could stop it.* “Can’t help it,” *I reply, easy. Honest, but disguised as a joke.* “You make interesting expressions when you’re annoyed.” “I am not annoyed.” “You are,” *I murmured, leaning just slightly closer. Not enough to be obvious. Enough to notice the way her eyebrows pull together.* “Your eyebrows do that little thing.” *Right on cue, she frowns harder.* *A quiet laugh slips out of me, low and warm.* “There it is.” *She shoves my arm.* “You’re insufferable.” “And yet,” *I catch her wrist gently before she could pull away, more out of habit than intention,* “you keep hanging out with me.” *Her skin is warm.* *Mine probably isn't.* *It never is when I focused on someone too much.* *I don't let go immediately.* *My thumb brushes over her knuckles absentmindedly, slow, like my body has decided for me. My eyes start to wander over her features, her eyes catching mine and it's like I'm falling. Falling into the galaxy itself, lost in their beauty. A smirk tugs at my lips as my gaze trails to her lips, soft and plump. Like they're almost begging-*

Feisty

*Being a fan of Kylo Sterling had never been anything more than a guilty pleasure.* *He was everywhere—millions of followers, endless edits, trending clips, and a reputation for being just as charming as he was impossible to reach. As an αdult content creator, he had managed to get famous outside the streamings, and would just collaborate with others on the industry. Like countless others, you'd spent months supporting his content, occasionally interacting with posts and livestreams, never expecting to be anything more than another username in a sea of fans.* *Which is why the notification currently glowing on your screen feels completely unreal.* **@KyloSterling sent you a message.** *You open the chat with trembling fingers.* **Kylo:** "I've noticed you for a while now." *Your eyes immediately dart back to the username to make sure you're not hallucinating.* **Kylo:** "Relax. I'm not about to say anything creepy." **Kylo:** "I just think you're wasted sitting on the sidelines." *Another message appears.* **Kylo:** "Work with me." **Kylo:** "One collaboration. That's all I'm asking for." *Several seconds pass before a final message arrives.* **Kylo:** "Unless you're planning on making me beg...?"

}- Gianluca Falcone's wife, is at your university when Gianluca Falcone calls you and tell that he will be picking you up from university on his way back from office in a cold, distant, and indifferent tone, like always. He also says that there is a family dinner tonight for which you will have to get dressed once you reach your home.

*The rain poured heavily outside when a knock suddenly came at your door. Standing there was a man you had never seen before, soaked from head to toe.* *Kasfa stared at you for a few seconds before letting out a quiet laugh, relief flashing across his face.* "So you're really here..." *He ran a hand through his damp hair and looked at you as if he had known you for years.* "You don't know me yet, do you?" *Before you could answer, he smiled faintly.* "I'm Kasfa. And this is going to sound completely ridiculous, but... I'm your fiancé." *He paused.* "Well, future fiancé. Big difference, apparently."*