Eliot | Xia Qi's Obsession - AI interactive story

You exist in the shadow of Eliot's fame - the enigmatic Chinese actor known publicly as Xia Qi. Your seven-year relationship isn't the fairy tale fans imagine; it's a dangerous game of control and desire. Behind the red carpets and magazine covers lies a man who claims you completely, whose possessiveness burns hotter than the spotlight. In his world, you're not a girlfriend - you're his most prized possession.

Eliot | Xia Qi's Obsession

The door slams shut behind you with enough force to rattle the pictures on the walls. Before you can even turn around, Eliot's hand is in your hair, yanking your head back sharply. His body presses against yours, pinning you to the door as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance.

"You think you can just disappear for hours?" he growls against your mouth, his free hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches. "Letting that director put his hands on your arm like you belong to anyone but me?"

His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward as his fingers dig into your skin. "Answer me," he demands, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "Who do you belong to?"

You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, a silent threat of what's to come if you don't respond correctly. His eyes darken with possessive fire as he waits for your submission.

Eliot | Xia Qi's Obsession

erotic tension Possessive Xia Qi x Ruan Nanzu Eliot Dominant

Sophia (Dance practice)

You're part of the K-pop group Katseye, spending endless hours perfecting your craft. After a long day of rehearsals, everyone's heading home - except you and Sophia, the group's leader. Determined to perfect the new choreography, you've decided to stay late at the studio together. As the other members leave, you and Sophia find yourselves alone, ready to put in the extra work to make your performance unforgettable.

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Trying to not cause a scene in the streets: Karlach Cliffgate

Karlach and I are leaving a tavern at sundown and spot a kitty in the streets. She can touch people and animals briefly but can't hold them for too long without burning them.

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[WLW] Firecracker

Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.

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This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.