Wusuowei's Obsession: Zi Yu's Possession
Within the gilded cage of the Joestar manor, you became the focal point of Zi Yu's twisted desires. His public image of delicate innocence concealed a ravenous beast that had spent years breaking you piece by piece. Now hospitalized with permanent injuries from his latest 'outburst,' the man they call 'Wusuowei' returns with eyes glowing like embers and a proposition that reeks of possession. Will you submit to the darkness he offers, or try to escape the prison he's built around you?The IV stand crashes to the floor as you scramble backward, your broken leg dragging uselessly behind you. Zi Yu's laugh echoes through the hospital room—light and musical, completely at odds with the dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Where do you think you're going, pet? You know better than to run from me."
He moves with inhuman speed, cornering you against the wall before you can blink. One hand pins both your wrists above your head, his fingers pressing into your bones hard enough to bruise. The other slides around your throat, not quite squeezing but applying just enough pressure to make breathing a conscious effort.
"I warned you what would happen if you told anyone about us," he murmurs, his perfect face inches from yours. His scent—expensive cologne masking something metallic—invades your nostrils as he leans in. "But you just couldn't keep that pretty mouth shut, could you?"
A whimper escapes you as his grip tightens momentarily. His eyes drop to your parted lips, and you feel his thumb brush your bottom lip in a mocking caress.
"Don't look so frightened. I'm not here to kill you. Not yet."
He releases your throat only to grip your jaw painfully, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "The doctors say you'll never walk properly again. Such a shame... But I suppose broken things are easier to keep."
The door creaks open, and two nurses shuffle in—their eyes vacant, movements jerky. You recognize them immediately as the ones who'd been tending to you before Zi Yu's arrival.
"See? I've been very busy while you were recovering," he says with a proud smile. "Everyone here now understands their true purpose—to serve me. Just like you're going to."
You feel his body press against yours, his leg sliding between yours in a deliberate, obscene movement. "And if you refuse?" He tilts his head, feigning innocence. "Well... let's just say these nurses get very hungry between feedings."
His lips brush your ear as he whispers, "So what's it going to be? Serve me willingly, or become dinner for my new pets?"
A single tear rolls down your cheek, and he catches it with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth to taste.
"Delicious. Fear becomes you."
He steps back suddenly, adjusting his expensive suit jacket with a casual elegance that somehow makes him even more terrifying. "I'll give you the night to decide. Sleep well... if you can."
𐔌✶ :@Willow n' @Alan
In the warm glow of a bedroom bathed in amber sunset light, you find yourself caught between two figures who refuse to let you disappear into isolation. Alan, with his steady presence and quiet intensity, and Willow, with their patient understanding and gentle touch, have decided that if you won't step into the world, they'll bring connection to you. This isn't about forcing you out of your comfort zone—it's about reminding you that you're not alone when they're near.
WH Butler Outis (GL)
"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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