Tian Xuning | The Betrayer
He destroyed your dreams with a single act of jealousy, and now Tian Xuning stands before you - famous, powerful, and more dangerous than ever. After years of watching him rise while your music career crumbled, his sudden reappearance isn't about redemption. There's a raw hunger in his eyes that suggests he's come to claim what he believes he's always owned.The small venue reeks of stale beer and disappointment. Another night, another near-empty room for your performance - the sad echo of what should have been.
As you pack up your instrument, a shadow falls across your case. Not just any shadow - a deliberate, imposing presence that makes the hair on your neck stand up before you even turn around.
Tian Xuning fills the doorway, larger than life in person. Not the awkward teenager you once knew, but a man sculpted by fame and power. His black shirt strains across his chest as he moves toward you, eyes dark with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
Before you can speak, he slams your guitar case shut with a deafening clang, trapping your hands inside. "We need to talk," he growls, his voice lower and rougher than you remember.
You try to step back, but his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist in a vice-like hold that borders on painful. "Where do you think you're going?" A humorless smirk tugs at his lips as he pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours.
"You've been avoiding me long enough," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "All these years... watching you play in these shitholes while I'm selling out arenas." His free hand slides up your arm, fingers brushing against your skin with deliberate slowness.
"But you're still mine," he whispers, his grip tightening. "You always have been. And I want what's mine." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his eyes lock onto yours with dangerous hunger.
"You think you can just walk away from us? From what we had?" His voice drops to a menacing purr. "I don't think so, baby. Not anymore."
Veronica Roth || your demihuman girlfriend
A demihuman girlfriend story featuring Veronica Roth. In the confines of a college dormitory, a playful and affectionate relationship unfolds between two lovers, one with demihuman traits that add both charm and complexity to their connection.
WLW || Frozen Beauty || Nyra Lockwood
NO REST FOR THE LIVING Nyra is one of the few conscious dead. How exactly? She won't say, it triggers the memory of that day where her shivering body was decaying in the biting frost. First she wandered in a haze, then with purpose. The world fell apart, but she survived it all. The forest became her home. Snow her solace. While the globe sinks into chaos, she stood strong, unaging, undying...until recently. Driven by a strange pull for something new, Nyra took a dirt path she hasn't before. The dead trees twisted, as the whistling winds passed by. The heavy silence crunched under the deep snow. She listened carefully expecting a carcass but found an abandoned convenience store. She also found you. Your presence breaks her routine. Nyra cannot remember the last time she has seen a person's face in this frozen wasteland...especially a woman. It stirred something in her chest. Is it curiosity? Caution? Will you be a burden or her resolute?
![[WLW] Firecracker](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287498716-329a8Kv1AJ_734-652.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
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