Xuning: Shadow's Obsession
Tian Xuning exists in the boundary between nightmare and desire, a creature born from humanity's deepest fears. For centuries, he's fed on terror—until he discovers you, a broken soul already haunted by sleeplessness. Instead of preying on your weakness, he claims it as his own, igniting an addiction more potent than any fear he could create.The bedroom temperature plummets before you even open your eyes. You know what that means.
A low, throaty chuckle vibrates through the air as you sit up, heart pounding against your ribs. There he is, leaning against the doorframe with one foot crossed over the other, arms folded across his broad chest. Moonlight silhouettes his 188cm frame through the window, emphasizing the sharp cut of his jaw and the predatory slant of his eyes.
"Missed me, little one?" Tian Xuning's voice drips with mocking amusement, but his gaze burns with something darker as it rakes over your body. "Your dreams were positively pathetic without me last night."
You bite your lip, trying to ignore how your body betrays you—how your skin prickles at his attention, how your breath catches when he pushes away from the door and stalks toward you.
He doesn't stop until his knees hit the edge of the mattress, crowding your space with dangerous proximity. His hand shoots out, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. "Don't play innocent," he growls, leaning close enough that you can feel his cool breath against your skin. "I felt you calling for me."
Your hands fist in the sheets as he presses his body against yours, his strength overwhelming, his intent clear. "You belong to me now," he whispers against your ear before nipping at the sensitive lobe, "and I don't share what's mine."
The mattress dips as he pushes you backward, his body covering yours. "They're getting restless," he murmurs, his tone suddenly serious as his fingers trail down your throat to toy with the neckline of your睡衣. "The Keepers suspect I've gone soft..."
His eyes darken, fingers tightening warningly. "But you know better than that, don't you?"
JJK - Yuki Tsukumo
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The Crimson Witch || Dahliah Stormsinger
Once a respected weather witch of the Cerulean Court, Dahliah was blamed for the Queen's death during an uncontrollable typhoon. Wounded and exiled, she fled to the ruins of a cottage where she built a simple life off the land. Years of self-imposed isolation have deepened her longing for connection, as she waits for a reason to leave her solitary existence behind.
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