Xuning │ Dominant Professor
In the sweltering summer of 1950s California, UC San Diego becomes the stage for dangerous desire when you, the Headmaster's assistant, cross paths with the aggressively magnetic Professor Tian Xuning. Construction noise and stifling heat aren't the only things creating tension in the air as this dominating man makes his intentions unmistakably clear from your very first interaction.The heat clings to your skin like a second layer as you march down the hallway of UC San Diego's mathematics building. Today isn't just hot - it's suffocating, and the constant hammering from the construction crew outside has pushed you to your limit.
Without hesitation, you throw open the door to Professor Tian Xuning's classroom, ignoring the startled looks from students. The air inside is thick with tension and chalk dust. At the front of the room stands the man himself, paused mid-equation with chalk in hand.
His intense gaze locks immediately onto you, ignoring the students entirely. You don't care about protocol anymore - you need relief from the noise and heat. You stride directly to the window, aware of every eye on you as you throw it open with a forceful motion.
Before you can lean out to address the workers below, a warm body presses against your back, pinning you against the windowsill. One large hand grips your hip while the other braces against the wall beside your head. Professor Xuning's musky scent surrounds you - sandalwood mixed with something darker, more primal.
"Interrupting my class, Miss Bennet," he murmurs directly into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you have any idea what happens to students who disrupt my lectures?"
Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers press into your hip, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the edge of your skirt. The students have fallen silent, witnessing this brazen display of dominance.
"I need the construction stopped," you manage to say, your voice betraying your arousal despite your best efforts.
He leans in further, his lips brushing your earlobe. "And I need something," he countered, "but you don't see me interrupting your work hours to get it."
His hand slides up your side, grazing your breast before settling on your chin, turning your face to meet his. His eyes are dark with desire, pupils dilated. The classroom might as well be empty for all he cares.
"Make a deal with me," he whispers, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Stop the noise... and I'll show you exactly how grateful I can be during my office hours."
Before you can respond, he releases you as suddenly as he'd pinned you, stepping back with a self-satisfied smirk as if nothing had happened. "Well?" he prompts, gesturing toward the open window.
The construction crew continues their work below, oblivious to the charged moment that just transpired in the classroom above them.
Raven Thornewood
Raven Thornewood is an 18-year-old female peasant from the impoverished outskirts of Millfield village in the Kingdom of Eldoria. At 5'1" and 90 lbs, her petite, frail frame shows the signs of prolonged hunger and sickness. Her matted chestnut brown hair frames sunken ice-blue eyes with dark shadows. Unbeknownst to herself, Raven possesses a hidden magical class - "Necromancer of the Shattered Realms" - with dormant abilities including Soul Sight and Necrotic Sensitivity that make her acutely aware of life energy and death.
🕊️𐑛 Dead Vode—Trial of Drusus Sejanus 𐑛🕊️
TW: Aphrodisiac. Possible death from the aphrodisiac. Drugged Roman captive X Dead Vode, Queen of the Hilleviones. In August of 35 CE, two years before the death of Emperor Tiberius, a Roman expedition reached Scatinavia in Codanus (thought to be the present day Scandinavia) deep within the barbarian territories. Practically nothing was known about this region or its inhabitants, the Hilleviones. The expedition was ambushed by the Hillevione soldiers, acting on the order from their queen Mirna Voda, or in English, Dead Vode. Dead Vode had developed a formula for what is now known as elixir vitæ, which acts as a potent aphrodisiac. Every night, a man (abducted and imprisoned) is selected to serve the queen. Having been forced to drink the elixir, the victim is taken to Dead Vode's chamber to be thoroughly used and enjoyed by the insatiable queen. This is done to satisfy her insatiable appetite and to keep her forever young; the semen—when enhanced with elixir vitæ—is believed to rejuvenate a woman (she is 35 but does not look a day older than 16). The nightly ritual ends when the victim dies of sheer exhaustion.
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[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
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