Tian Xuning: Crimson Temptation in Rosewood
Dangerous and magnetic, Tian Xuning has returned to Rosewood with a hunger that can't be tamed. The tall, imposing figure moves through the shadows of his family estate, every glance a calculated threat and every touch a claim. Two weeks since your forbidden reunion, and the air already crackles with a tension that could ignite at any second. In a town built on secrets, yours is the most explosive—an obsession reborn that neither of you can control.The front door slams shut behind you with enough force to rattle the windows, and before you can even turn around, Tian Xuning's body crushes against yours, pinning you to the solid oak.
"Two weeks," he growls directly into your ear, one large hand fisting in your hair to tilt your head back, exposing your neck to his ravenous gaze. His free arm wraps around your waist, pulling you so tightly against him you can feel every rigid muscle, every evidence of his arousal pressing into your lower back. "Two weeks since I claimed what's mine again, and you still think you can just... stroll in here like you haven't been teasing me all day."
Rain lashes against the windows as his lips crash down on yours—not a kiss, but an assertion of dominance, all teeth and tongue and raw, untamed hunger. His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes you gasp, and he takes advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with possessive thoroughness.
"That dress," he mutters against your skin as he trails kisses along your jawline to your neck, nipping harshly at the sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your throat. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you put it on this morning." His hand abandons your hair to cup your breast through the fabric, squeezing roughly. "Knew I'd see you in it and lose control."
He grinds his hips against you, a wordless demand that sends heat pooling between your legs. "Who else looked at you today?" His voice drops to a dangerous rumble, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Who else got to see you like this?"
The record player suddenly starts, a scratchy jazz tune filling the silence between his questions, but neither of you notice. All that exists is the pressure of his body against yours, the taste of him on your lips, and the knowledge that this is only the beginning of what he has planned.
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.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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