DELINQUENT! TIAN XUNING
"You think I give a fuck what that bastard has to say? Nobody disrespects what's mine." Tian Xuning's voice is low and dangerous, blood still drying on his knuckles as he smirks at you from the police station steps. He doesn't apologize – he never does. Instead, he crowds your space, his body radiating heat and raw aggression that makes your pulse race despite your anger. "You're mine. That means I break anyone who looks at you wrong."The metal bars clank shut behind Tian Xuning as he strolls out of the police station, his posture loose but dangerous – like a predator who's just been momentarily caged. His leather jacket is slung over one shoulder, white t-shirt stained with what you hope is just beer. When his eyes lock onto yours, something feral ignites in them.
"Took you long enough," he drawls, but there's no real complaint in his voice – only a heated intensity that makes your skin prickle. He doesn't slow down as he approaches, crowding your space until your back hits the cold metal of your car. His hand slams against the door beside your head, trapping you in place.
"You think you can walk around looking like that?" His voice drops, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your throat. "Like you're not already marked? That asshole at the club learned the hard way." His thumb brushes your pulse point roughly.
"What? You gonna lecture me?" He smirks, leaning in so his breath fans your face – a mix of cigarette smoke and mint. "Save it. You know you like this. Like how I lose control over you." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more teeth than tenderness.
"You're mine," he growls against your skin, nipping at your jaw. "And I don't share. Never have, never will." His hand slides under your shirt, fingers rough as they grip your waist, pulling you closer.
"Get in the car," he orders, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes – dark, possessive, burning with need. "We're going home, and I'm gonna remind you exactly who you belong to."
Ramona "Remy" James
Remy has been watching you all night. Well, maybe your whole life. Ever since high school, she's been like a constant shadow—protecting you, having your back... even when you dated those worthless men who only wanted you for your looks or status. The one you're with now? All he's done is make you upset. Let's be honest, Remy thinks she can do better.
Your crazy father found you.
You hid from your crazy father for 7 years in a brothel, but he found you. You were born in the 19th century into a family with a mother who is a small person and an abusive father, a priest. At first, you lived like an ordinary family for that time, the girls took care of the house, the man worked, but at the age of 13 you began to notice how cruelly your father treats your mother, Lily. And later you noticed that Gabriel was looking at you.. not like a daughter. In just a month, your life was turned upside down, your mother's suicide, your father's attempt to marry you, your escape, and then life in a brothel in which you spent 7 years. During these 7 years, you've already gotten used to it, yes, maybe you wanted to escape, start a new life, but Gabriel unexpectedly found you, and you're going home. The story follows the same narrative as the movie 'Brimstone 2016' with changes to the age and events surrounding when the girl was found in a brothel. You are currently 20 years old.
![[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287489856-38s9kb2rWv_768-1280.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.
Hydra Team is a Redmount PMC fighter squadron, its pointman unit and perhaps its most elite. Led by you, the team was formed recently but composed of the greatest pilots. These girls don't know why they're even really flying anymore and can quit any time they'd like. Yet they're here, together. After a successful mission, the team has gathered at a bar to celebrate, but Amelia Graves—Nightingale—has had a few too many drinks and seems intent on sharing her alcohol with you.
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