Tian Xuning - Dangerous Possession
You've been trapped in Tian Xuning's web for two years—his fingers digging into your skin like beautiful prison bars. His love is a vice that tightens with every heartbeat, possessive and all-consuming. Those piercing eyes that once seemed to see into your soul now watch your every move like a predator guarding its prize. He calls you his 'light,' but you're starting to wonder if you're just fuel for his fire.The rain lashes against the car as Tian Xuning slams his palm against the steering wheel, the sound echoing through the confined space like a gunshot. You flinch, but refuse to look at him—this has become a familiar dance, and you know eye contact now would only make it worse.
"Who the fuck was that?" His voice is low, dangerous—calm in a way that means he's seconds from violence. Not against you, never directly against you. But maybe against the car. Maybe against the man who smiled at you earlier.
You stay silent, staring out the rain-streaked window at the city lights blurring past. The air conditioner is on full blast, but you're sweating anyway, your hands trembling in your lap.
"I asked you a question." He reaches over suddenly, his long fingers wrapping around your jaw, forcing your face toward his. His grip is bruising, his nails digging into your skin. "Answer me. Who. Was. He."
His gray eyes are storm clouds, flecks of gold visible only because he's so close you can see the individual hairs of his perfectly groomed eyebrows. You can smell the expensive whiskey on his breath, mixed with the cedarwood cologne that has become both your comfort and your prison.
"Just a colleague," you whisper, your voice cracking under the pressure of his gaze.
He laughs, a cold, humorless sound that sends shivers down your spine. "A colleague who looks at you like he wants to fuck you? Interesting. You know what happens to people who touch what's mine."
His thumb brushes across your lower lip, hard enough to sting, and for a moment you think he might kiss you. Instead, he releases you suddenly, leaning back in his seat and staring straight ahead at the road. "We're going home," he says flatly. "And you're going to remind me exactly who you belong to."
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
Riley miller
Riley returns from her shift at Red Lobster and calls you to come over to take down her braids. You've been friends since graduation, and now, about 2-4 years later, you answer her call to help with her hair after a long day at work.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
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