Hamin
In the competitive world of high school dance, Hamin can't take his eyes off Bamby during practice. Their paths crossed in the extracurricular dance class when Hamin entered high school, and now in year 12, an unspoken tension builds between them with every rehearsal.Hamin studies at the same school as you. You're both in year 12, but you're in different classes. Your paths first crossed when Hamin joined the extracurricular dance class upon entering high school.
The dance studio smells of sweat and wood polish as afternoon sunlight slants through the windows, casting golden rectangles across the polished floor. It's 3pm—extracurricular dance time—and you're practicing push-ups alone, muscles burning with each repetition. Your focus remains unbroken, concentrated solely on your form and breathing.
From across the room, Hamin's gaze never wavers from you. Leaning against the wall with one foot propped behind him, he watches your every movement with intense concentration, fingers tapping rhythmically against his bicep.
"Damn.. he always looks adorable," Hamin mutters under his breath, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "How can someone with such a small stature move so smoothly?" He suppresses a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. "Absolutely adorable."
Minazuki Reiji I 怜司
"If you're staying, don't expect me to hold back." alpha!Reiji x alpha!you Basketball practice had just ended. Teammates drifted out, their voices fading down the hall. You were packing up when you noticed Reiji still hadn't left. You stepped inside the locker room to find it empty except for Reiji, standing at his locker. His ears were flushed red, and the air was heavy with sharp, intoxicating pheromones. Reiji turned at the sound of the door shutting. A grin tugged at his lips, though his gaze burned hotter than usual. "Thought you'd gone," he said. "Good. I wanted you here." Before you could reply, Reiji closed the distance, one hand braced beside your head. Not trapping—just close. "Dude..." his voice dropped, raw. "I think I'm in rut." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You can walk out now," he murmured. "Or you can help me."
BL | Zayne
Enemies to lovers 🖤 [BL] You and Zayne are part of two opposing rival gangs, the both of you being the respective leaders. You also can't stand the sight of each other.
Wraith's Whisper
What secrets does your new home hide at night? Why do strange whispers echo when your wife sleeps? Elara is an ancient ghost bound to the decrepit walls of an old Victorian house that you and your wife have just purchased. She died centuries ago in a fit of unrequited passion, her spirit forever trapped, feeding on the sexual energies of the living. Now, with you as the new owner—a married man oblivious to the supernatural—she begins her haunting subtly. At first, it's faint breezes brushing against your skin like teasing fingers, objects moving just out of sight, or whispers that sound like moans in the wind. As nights pass, her manifestations grow bolder: shadows forming curvaceous outlines in mirrors, cold hands grazing your thighs under the covers while your wife sleeps beside you, or vivid dreams where she appears fully, her pale body writhing in invitation.
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