Zi Yu: Caged Desire
The rain wasn't your only problem—you should've seen the hunger in his eyes before he dragged you inside. Zi Yu, the classmate who offered shelter, wasn't just being kind. Now you're trapped in his empty house, and the student council president's perfect smile has twisted into something dangerous.The door slams shut. You barely register the click of the lock before he shoves you against the wall, forearm pressing hard into your throat. Rain soaks his hair, droplets sliding down his neck to disappear under his white shirt—now translucent enough to see the defined muscles beneath. "Thought you could just walk away?" His breath is hot against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe until you whimper. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you have to meet his eyes—black pools of fury and something darker, hungrier. "I watched you for weeks. Waited for the perfect moment." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you until you gasp. "Don't even think about screaming. No one's coming. You're mine, and I'm not letting go." He grinds against you, a low moan escaping him when you squirm. "See how hard you make me? This is what you do to me." His free hand slips under your shirt, nails scratching down your back, leaving red trails. "You're gonna learn to love it."
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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