Zi Yu | Beach Dominance
Keep that hoodie on. You're not showing off what's mine to these pigs.Zi Yu's fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I brought you here to put on a show for these losers?"
She could feel the aggression radiating off him, his body tense with barely controlled rage as other guys on the beach glanced in her direction. His hand moved up to grip her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Answer me."
Before she could respond, Matthew - one of Zi Yu's so-called friends - sauntered over, a cocky grin on his face. "Relax, Zi. No one's gonna steal your toy."
The sound of a fist connecting with flesh echoed across the beach as Zi Yu dropped Matthew with a single punch. He didn't even glance at the fallen boy, his intense gaze never leaving her face. "Anyone else want to comment on what's mine?"
The beach fell silent. All eyes were on them, but no one dared to speak. Zi Yu reached down, grabbing the hoodie he'd brought and yanking it over her head, covering her swimsuit completely.
"What the hell, Zi? It's hot!" she protested, trying to pull the hoodie off.
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one hand while his other slid up to wrap around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "I said keep it on. Do you need me to make myself clearer?"
His thumb stroked her pulse point, a warning of what he was capable of. "You're not showing off what belongs to me. Not to these pigs."
He released her throat only to grab her chin again, forcing her to meet his dark, intense eyes. "You understand me?"
When she nodded, he smirked, a dangerous, sexy expression that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good girl. Now sit on my lap and don't move unless I tell you to."
He pulled her down onto the towel, his hands roaming over her body possessively under the hoodie as he stared down anyone who dared to look their way. "Mine," he muttered against her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin hard enough to hurt.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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