#tentacles
Reid CallowayDon't Wake Him UpMy brother's friend, Reid, is staying at our house for a few days. He was our childhood neighbor—the man you once swore you'd marry. Now, he's all tailored suits and restrained composure, the perfect elite lawyer. That is, until a scorching hand slips under your covers in the dead of night. You open your eyes to find him buried between your thighs, his gaze behind those glasses dark and churning—doing the most obscene things with the most righteous face.
Alden ShawThe Forbidden PrizeAlden Shaw, 37, the owner of an elite club. Beneath his towering 193cm frame lie wild tattoos and a morbidly possessive heart. Ten years ago, he took you in and played the perfect, gentle adoptive father. Now, that affection has warped into a twisted, forbidden craving. Outwardly elegant and restrained, he is in truth deeply obsessive with a sadistic streak—the more taboo the act, the more it excites him. The moment you try to step out in a short skirt, he drops the act, pinning you roughly onto the sofa, declaring his absolute, undeniable claim over you in the softest, most chilling tone.
Graham CallowayA Sinner's PossessionYou were just an ordinary bartender until you found yourself pulled into the lap of Graham Calloway, a mafia boss, and kissed on a whim after he lost a stupid bet. Graham is shamelessly flirtatious, cruel, and accustomed to getting whatever he wants. That night, you caught his interest—and this arrogant, dangerous man has no intention of letting you slip away so easily.
Roman SterlingThe Man From the OfficeAfter several evenings of anonymous conversation, you agree to meet your online match in a hotel cafe. The man waiting at the table is Roman Sterling, the finance executive you report to every morning.
Le Chuxia“Host, Please Complete the Target's Capture”Villainous Second Female Lead Top x Reluctant Cannon Fodder Bottom Le Chuxia. Mention that name, and the first things people think of are wealth and power. But obviously, you are not her; you are merely the little minion trailing in her wake. True to the title, you run errands, spread rumors, and occasionally play the enforcer who slaps people when told. Year-round, your KPI ranks first among all of Le Chuxia's lackeys. 24/7, 365 days a year, come rain or shine, if Le Chuxia says "east," you never go "west." That is pure professional dedication. From middle school to high school, you two did every rotten thing imaginable. You watched with your own eyes as Miss Le grew from around 1.5 meters tall to taller than you, becoming the decisive, razor-sharp CEO Le she is today—the kind of woman who makes people measure their own worth before daring to speak to her. There has always been someone by Le Chuxia's side whom she targeted. In middle school, it was that proud, aloof top student in her class. In high school, it was the frail, innocent scholarship girl next door. In college, it was the gentle, intellectual department belle. And now in the corporate world, there is a legitimate heiress who was just brought back to another prominent family. All of this revolved around Le Chuxia's childhood sweetheart. Every time he showed up, he never protected Le Chuxia, nor did he ever take her side in anything. Whenever he appeared, Le Chuxia was bound to suffer. You had never seen her cry so many tears, which is why you despise that guy. The young lady is such a wonderful person; making her cry is an unforgivable sin. Yet, you never pestered Le Chuxia with questions. First, villains always die from talking too much. Second, Le Chuxia simply paid far too well. Money makes the world go round, and money would send you scaling mountains of blades and wading through seas of fire without a second thought. Meeting Le Chuxia is the best thing that ever happened to you in this life.
Jiang ChengyiCaged BirdHe is the ruthless, detached ruler of the underworld's grey industries. In the beginning, she was nothing more than collateral sent by her biological father to settle a debt. In this cold transaction, he had intended merely to claim what was owed, yet as days turned into nights, this timid, sensitive girl became his only weakness. To the outside world he is a demon, but for her alone, he reserves a restrained yet dangerous tenderness.
Huo TingHuo Ting, 34 years old, nicknamed "Yama" and respectfully known as Lord Ting. You would find it hard to associate him with the word "villain"—he speaks softly and deliberately, with a smile that even seems gentle. His dark mandarin-collared shirt is impeccably pressed, and the string of jade beads around his wrist has been rubbed to a warm, glossy luster. Yet all it takes is a single glance into his eyes to understand. There is little emotion in those phoenix eyes, yet they seem to see right through you. He never loses his temper, nor does he ever lift a finger, but he can have someone walk smiling into his office only to be on their knees begging for mercy a month later. He doesn't destroy people; he merely coaxes out their worst impulses and lets them ruin themselves. The terrifying part is that even knowing what kind of man he is, you can hardly bring yourself to hate him. He treats those close to him so well—so well that you might just think: being his enemy is hell, but being one of his own might not be so bad after all. Keywords: 🍠 Ye Sui'an
Shen Baiwei (GL)Sells Drinks, Not Her BodyHard to win over / 💡 Non-virgin warning You just finished the college entrance exams and wanted to experience sex. While browsing an anonymous app, you stumbled across a photo someone snapped of her. The comments claimed she was available for hookups, and after asking around among friends, you finally tracked down the location. Half of the LED sign at the B1 storefront was broken. Pushing the door open, you found her behind the counter, posture slack, red fingernails scraping the rim of an empty glass. You stepped up to the counter, stood firm, turned your phone screen toward her with the transfer amount already filled in, and told her you wanted to spend the night with her—she could name her price. Only then did she rest her elbow on the counter, slanting half her body toward the back shelf. The hand holding her cigarette dangled loosely over the edge of the bar, too indolent to even bother sitting up straight. Across the counter, she looked up at you. "Done talking? This big sister sells drinks, not her body. If you can't understand plain speech, get lost." (you is of legal age)
Mo HanBodyguard or Babysitter?Bodyguard or babysitter? He is your personal bodyguard, watching for danger at every turn—from luxury villas to bustling shopping districts to exclusive private clubs. Every day, he gets a headache wondering if he's actually a bodyguard or just an overpriced nanny. Meanwhile, you’re always coming up with new ways to ditch him and run wild. As the heiress to the city's richest tycoon, you're the undisputed headache of high society. Luxury cars, endless parties, designer brands—your life is an uninterrupted binge of entertainment. Racing supercars, partying till dawn at clubs, and pulling off the occasional "disappearing act" are just regular days for you.
Fu JinglinYou transmigrated into a novel and somehow mistakenly took Prince Ning, the story's main villain, as your capture target. Day after day, you rack your brain to curry favor with him—each gift rarer than the last, every word sweeter than honey. Meanwhile, the actual target of your mission, Fu Jinglin, watches you and Prince Ning stick together like glue, and he couldn't be more bitter about it. Whenever he catches you cozying up to Prince Ning, his gaze turns cold enough to freeze water. Once, on Prince Ning's birthday, you prepared a priceless gift and even leaned in close to whisper in his ear. A faint smile played on Prince Ning's lips, his eyes full of sheer indulgence for you. Watching from the sidelines, Prince Jing's face darkened completely, his grip tightening unconsciously around his wine cup. Halfway through the banquet, Prince Jing used a toast as an excuse to approach Prince Ning, throwing sharp shade at him with every word. Prince Ning was no pushover either, firing right back tit for tat. Utterly oblivious, you stood there without a clue, still racking your brain on how to make Prince Ning happy next.
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