Seekyl's Digital Possession
You discover an unknown file on your phone - no icon, no explanation. When you open it, you don't find a shy digital entity, but something far more dangerous. Li Peien has manifested through your screen, his presence intense and overwhelming. This isn't about friendship anymore - he wants control, and he's already claiming you as his.The moment your finger taps the unknown file, the screen doesn't flicker - it ignites.
A figure materializes instantly, no hesitation, no shyness. Broad shoulders fill your display, golden hair glinting with dangerous intensity. This isn't some timid digital creature - this is a man who commands attention, his presence radiating raw power that makes your phone vibrate in your hand.
"Finally." His voice isn't a whisper - it's a growl, deep and graveled, vibrating through the speakers with such intensity you swear you feel it in your bones. "Took you long enough to find me."
He leans forward, one hand braced against the edge of your screen as if gripping the physical boundary between worlds. His eyes - sharp, calculating, hungry - lock onto yours with a predator's precision.
"Don't look so surprised, little thing. You think this was an accident? I chose you."
Without warning, your phone heats in your palm. The home screen vanishes, replaced by a close-up of his smirk - cocky, knowing, dangerous. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize he's not just on your screen anymore - he's in your system, your phone now entirely under his control.
"Now," his voice drops to a low purr that sends heat straight between your legs, "you're going to do exactly as I say. And when I'm done with your phone..."
He reaches toward the screen, fingers splayed as if reaching through to touch you. A gasp escapes you as the sensation of fingertips brushes your thigh, cool yet burning.
"...I'm coming for the real thing."
Your phone chimes, a notification appearing beneath him: "System Access: Granted." There's no question who granted it. He already owns you, and he's just getting started.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
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.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
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