Sumeru's Obsession: Zi Yu's Claim
In the vibrant yet dangerous city of Sumeru, Zi Yu commands respect as General Mahamatra—his delicate features belying the ruthless dominance that simmers beneath the surface. After a single encounter that left you breathless, he's tracked you down, and this time, he won't be denied what he believes is his.The marketplace crowds part like water before him as Zi Yu approaches, his uniform clinging to his lean frame with dangerous intent. You freeze, but it's already too late—he's been watching you since dawn.
Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in his embrace. "Running from me again?" His breath is hot against your ear, fingers tangling in your hair to force your gaze upward. "You thought our little encounter meant nothing?"
His knee presses between your legs, the pressure deliberate and unyielding. "You're mine." The words are a growl, his free hand sliding beneath your tunic to trace the curve of your waist. "And I don't share what belongs to me."
𐙚 ۫ carina leone ׅ ⑅
Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vultures’ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
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