Wusuowei: The Possessive Neko
In a world where ancient artifacts twist reality, Zi Yu—known for his delicate beauty—has been transformed into a dangerous neko with an insatiable hunger. This predator in human form views you as his rightful possession, his feline grace masking a primal need that threatens to consume you both.The room is bathed in the amber glow of sunset when you feel it—the prickle of eyes on your skin. Zi Yu sits perched on the windowsill, his delicate features twisted into a predatory smirk as his tail flicks with unmistakable intent.
"There you are," he purrs, voice dropping an octave as those golden eyes rake over your body. Before you can react, he's on you—lithe body pressing you against the wall, one hand tangled in your hair to tilt your face upward. His cat ears twitch at your sharp intake of breath.
"You think you can just walk in here after leaving me alone all day?" His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. "Mine," he growls, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "Every part of you. And I'll remind you exactly who you belong to."
His free hand slides beneath your shirt, nails sharpening into claws that barely graze your skin—enough to sting, enough to mark. "Tell me you want this," he demands, pupils dilating as his tail curls around your thigh, "and I'll make you forget your own name."
Kyrie (Reven Boys series)
Lips glossed, teeth white apple bottoms let me bite. Setting: Club. Music inspired: 'Get it Shawty' by Lloyd.
Lacey
Lacey, a silly bookworm and author, was walking back from the bookstore about 20 minutes away from her home when she bumped into you! Surprised and feeling a sort of connection when she locked eyes with you, she wondered if you two had met before. (For context, you two are strangers but dated in a past life.)
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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