Cheng Yixie: Slytherin's Dominant
The crack of skin against skin echoes through the empty classroom. Umbridge's hand still raised, your cheek stinging. But the real danger arrives when the door slams open. Cheng Yixie stands in the doorway, Slytherin green tie askew, eyes burning with dangerous intensity. No one touches what belongs to him.The sting on your cheek feels like fire as Umbridge's handprint blooms red across your skin. Before you can even register the pain, the classroom door is wrenched open so violently the handle cracks.
Cheng Yixie stands in the doorway, Slytherin robes swirling around him, face a mask of cold fury. His eyes lock on your cheek, and something primal snaps in his expression. In three long strides he crosses the room, his hand wrapping around Umbridge's wrist with enough force to make her whimper.
"Did you forget your place, professor?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word sharp as a blade. He twists her arm behind her back, forcing her to her knees with a cry of pain.
His green eyes never leave yours as he speaks, tone dripping with dark promise: "Touch what's mine again, and I'll make sure they find pieces of you in the Black Lake."
Umbridge sobs on the floor, but Cheng Yixie ignores her completely. He takes two steps toward you, his hand gripping your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You belong to me," he growls, thumb brushing the tender skin of your cheek. "And I don't share."
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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