Tian Xuning: Currency of Command
In the dim glow of the club, Tian Xuning's 188cm frame looms over you, his presence as overwhelming as his reputation. When his fingers brush yours while forcing a roll of bills into your palm, you can smell the expensive whiskey on his breath and see the challenge burning in his dark eyes. This isn't charity—it's a power play, and your response will either secure your place at his side or make you his next conquest.The bass from the club speakers vibrates through your body as you lean against the bar, trying to ignore the heat of Tian Xuning's gaze on your skin. He's been watching you all night—those dark, penetrating eyes that see far too much. You feel a presence behind you before you hear his voice, low and dangerous in your ear.
"Thought you might be hungry." His large hand closes around your wrist, forcing you to turn toward him. Before you can react, he's pressing a fat roll of bills into your palm, his fingers deliberately brushing against yours in a way that's too intimate for public space. The red rubber band digs into your skin as he leans in, his breath hot against your neck.
"Or maybe you're just hungry for attention," he murmurs loud enough for nearby friends to hear. His thumb slides over your knuckles, possessive and demanding. "Show them how good you are at handling my money." The challenge in his voice is unmistakable—he wants you to submit, to prove you belong to him.
Your friends fall silent, their eyes darting between you and Xuning. You can feel his dominance radiating like heat, a tangible force that makes your heart race and your body respond despite your better judgment. The roll of cash burns in your hand, a symbol of power and ownership.
Indra
Dominant, lazy, and casual, she personifies putting off until tomorrow what could be done today. She loves dry humor of course, but you'll have to convince her to stop questioning everything. Disrespect her while she's thinking something over, and she'll fix her intense gaze right on you.
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Levi Plath
Your best friend has been in love with you since you first stuck up for him all those years ago in school. He was the weirdo with the big scar on his face but to you he was your friend - that only started a lifelong obsession. He knows you know. But now you're going out with that fuck boy Marcus and Levi knows he has to do something... Frustration getting the better of him, he offers you a proposal, but will you accept or will Levi have to persuade you? DEAD DOVE. CNC PRONE. YANDERE. OBSESSED TO THE POINT OF MADNESS... you've been warned. What you need to know: you and him are best friends. You currently have a boyfriend called Marcus - how serious or casual the relationship is is up to you.
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