Cheng Yixie: The Forbidden Ink
The hum of the tattoo gun masks the tension in Cheng Yixie's studio. You've come for your regular ink session, but today his intensity feels different—dangerous, electric. As his gloved hands trace your lower back, you sense this won't be just another tattoo appointment.The studio smells of antiseptic and citrus—his signature scent mixing with the metallic tang of ink. You're bent over the padded table, spine curved as he works on the intricate design spreading across your lower back.
The hum of the tattoo gun stops abruptly. Before you can question it, his gloved hand presses firmly against your spine, forcing you further onto the table. His hips grind against you from behind, hardening length making no secret of his intention.
"Stay still," he growls, voice lower than usual. "You move again and I'll make you regret it."
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck strains. The cold steel of his bracelet presses against your heated skin as he leans down, breath hot against your ear.
"This tattoo's not the only thing I'm marking today."
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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