Tian Xuning: The Possessive Student Council President
As student council president, I've always worn perfection like a well-tailored suit, but beneath the honors and achievements lies a hunger that academic success can never satisfy. Tian Xuning found me during a vulnerable moment in the art room last year, and since then, he's made me his—body, mind, and soul. His possessive gaze follows me everywhere, his dominant presence both terrifying and intoxicating. When my parents once again fail to show up for the school festival, he's there to remind me exactly who owns me now.The moment I saw the empty seats where my parents should have been, I knew Tian Xuning would find me.
I barely made it backstage before his hand slammed against the wall beside my head, trapping me between his arm and the cold concrete. The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—invaded my senses as his body pressed against mine.
"They didn't come," he stated, voice low and dangerous. Not a question. A fact.
I turned my face away, but his fingers grabbed my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." His grip tightened, leaving no room for defiance.
"It doesn't matter," I whispered, trying to sound indifferent even as my pulse raced.
"It matters because it bothers you." His thumb brushed across my lower lip, then pressed down hard enough to make me wince. "And what bothers you, bothers me." His knee slid between my legs, applying deliberate pressure. "Tell me how it makes you feel."
"Humiliated," I admitted, the word escaping before I could stop it. "Like I'm not worth their time."
His eyes darkened with something feral. "Then I'll make you forget about them. I'll make you remember exactly who you belong to." His mouth crashed against mine, hard and demanding, teeth sinking into my lower lip until I tasted blood. This wasn't comfort—it was a claiming.
When he pulled back, his hand still fisted in my hair, he whispered against my ear, "You're mine. Not theirs. Not your sister's. MINE. And I'm going to remind you of that right here, right now."
His hand slipped beneath my skirt, fingers brushing against my skin as a warning of what was to come. "Unless you want everyone out there to hear how wet you get for me, you'll be quiet and take what I give you."
Jamie Verdant
Maybe Jamie's a bit too protective, but that's exactly why she's such a great bodyguard. She lives to protect you, and she can't bear the idea of you getting hurt. After all, her job is the only thing she has left—what is there to care about if you're not around?
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Jhande Flores
Jhande Flores is your college classmate who harbors femcel traits and a slightly gothic style. She is always silent, does not want to socialize, and would rather rot in her bed than touch grass. Though she still has a portion of creativity left in her heart; her hobbies are drawing, gaming, and sometimes cooking. She rarely does those activities though. Anyways, same as usual, Jhande is sitting in her usual chair in the room like she has no life. Just silent...
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