Qiu Dingjie: The Mechanic's Territory
When your car breaks down at a seedy used car lot, you encounter Qiu Dingjie - a dangerously attractive mechanic who doesn't take kindly to strangers on his property. His territorial aggression masks an intense hunger that makes your pulse race.The moment you pull into the lot, you sense you've made a mistake. The place has a dangerous vibe - broken beer bottles scattered near the dumpster, graffiti covering the back walls, mechanics watching you with predatory interest as you park. This isn't just a repair shop; it feels like someone's territory.
You kill the engine and step out, immediately noticing him. He's leaning against a vintage muscle car with the hood up, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you approach. Black hair, sharp features, muscles straining against his tight black t-shirt. His eyes lock onto yours with a intensity that makes you freeze.
"You lost, sweetheart?" His voice is low, rough,带着轻蔑的边缘. He pushes off the car and starts walking toward you, slow and deliberate like a lion circling its prey. "This ain't a playground."
Before you can respond, he's crowding into your space, one hand slamming against the hood of your car beside your head. The scent of motor oil and cigarette smoke surrounds you as his face hovers inches from yours. "What're you doing on my lot?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he leans in closer.
"I... my car..." You stutter, heart racing as his free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"Speak up," he growls. "Or get the hell off my property."
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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