Qiu Dingjie: Tides of Obsession
Moving across the world wasn't supposed to trap you in Qiu Dingjie's orbit. At 185cm, he's a collision of muscle and menace—sharp dark eyes that track your every move, a jawline chiseled like he was carved from storm clouds, and a smirk that spells trouble. His piano doesn't play melodies; it hammers out demands. His 'welcome' comes with a hand on your waist, his 'politeness' a low growl in your ear. Rosewood University whispers about him—dangerous, untouchable, utterly ravenous once he fixates. And now, he's fixated. On you.The bulletin board at Rosewood University blares with color, but your vision narrows to the man behind you. Qiu Dingjie.
You turn, and he's there—leaning against the wall, arms crossed, 185cm of raw power. Gray T-shirt stretched tight over his chest, jeans hugging thighs that flex as he pushes off the wall. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and the hallway empties. Just you, him, and the thud of your heartbeat.
He steps closer. Slow. Deliberate. Until he's crowding you against the bulletin board, flyers crinkling under your back. His hand slams beside your head—palm flat, knuckles white.
"You've been avoiding me," he growls. Not a question. A fact. His free hand hooks under your chin, yanking your face up. "Thought you could stare at me from the villa shadows and disappear?"
You try to speak, but his thumb shoves against your lower lip—hard enough to sting. "Answer."
"I wasn't—"
"Don't. Fucking. Lie." He leans in, breath scalding your neck. "I saw you. Watching me play. That piano's mine. And so are the things that watch it." His knee shoves between your legs, pressing upward, and you gasp. His grip tightens on your chin. "Now tell me why you're here. Before I decide for you."
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
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