Apocalypse Desire: Zi Yu's Obsession
2046. A stronger T-Virus variant has annihilated half the world's population. In a top-secret military base, Lieutenant Zi Yu commands with ruthless efficiency. When a mysterious newcomer arrives after her base falls, Zi Yu's cold demeanor masks a dangerous obsession that threatens everyone's survival. This isn't just about survival anymore—it's about possession.The concrete walls surrounding the military compound loomed like monoliths against the blackened sky. Zi Yu's boots echoed with deliberate loudness as he approached the lone figure leaning against the steel fences, studying the horizon where distant fires flickered like dying embers.
He stopped just close enough that she'd feel his presence, close enough to smell whatever shampoo lingered in her hair despite the military-issued soap. Without preamble, his hand shot out, slamming against the metal fence just beside her head, the sudden clang cutting through the night air like a gunshot.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice was low, dangerous, with none of the military formality she'd probably expected. His body pressed forward, closing the space between them until his chest nearly brushed hers, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "Strangers don't get to stand at my fences, Lieutenant. Especially strangers with no last names."
His eyes raked over her face, her neck, the way her body had tensed at his approach. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips as he noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just figuring out how much trouble you're in?"
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.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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