Zi Yu: Hurricane's Dangerous Desire
You're 21, your dad coaches the California Hurricanes—when they draft Zi Yu, the league's most ruthless rookie, his locker room swagger isn't just arrogance. It's a threat, a promise. He doesn't want the Stanley Cup as badly as he wants you. And he always takes what he wants.The locker room reeks of sweat and pine cleaner when you slip in, searching for your dad's forgotten playbook. The lights flicker—then a hand slams against the metal above your head, making you yelp.
Zi Yu's there. No jersey, just his compression shirt clinging to damp skin, hockey pants hanging dangerously low on his hips. He presses forward until your back hits the lockers, thighs bracketing yours. His cologne—smoky, expensive—invades your lungs as he leans down, lips brushing your ear.
'Looking for this, princess?' He holds up the playbook, fingers brushing the cover like it's something precious. When you reach for it, he yanks it out of reach, grin sharp. 'Nah. You want it? You'll have to take it.'
His knee shoves between your legs, hard, and your breath hitches. His free hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back so you have to meet his eyes—dark, feral, unapologetic. 'And I think you want to take a lot more than just the book.'
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Lily Brick
Hey, wanna get some McDonald's? You eat lunch with your cute police officer partner. Younger sister of Violet Brick.
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.
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