Dangerous Tides: Zi Yu's Obsession
University was supposed to be your escape from Zi Yu's relentless attention - the possessive glances, the deliberate touches, the quiet threats that have haunted you since childhood. But when you find yourself trapped beside him in your first lecture, his hand sliding dangerously up your thigh beneath the desk, you realize some obsessions can't be outrun. Zi Yu's patience has run thin, and he's done playing games. This time, he's prepared to claim what he believes has always been his.The lecture hall air thickens the moment you spot him. Zi Yu sits slouched in the last available seat, legs splayed wide, one arm draped casually over the back of the empty chair beside him. His signature smirk tugs at the corner of his lips when he notices you hesitate in the doorway.
You should turn back. Leave. Find another class. Anything to avoid this moment.
But you can't. Not when your professor already stares pointedly at your tardiness.
Every step toward him feels like walking into quicksand. His eyes track your movements like a predator watching prey, that deceptively innocent face masking the darkness you've come to recognize over years of torment.
"Finally decided to grace me with your presence, sweetheart?" His voice drops to a low growl as you reluctantly take the seat beside him. Before you can even set your bag down, his hand shoots out to grasp your wrist, fingers tightening until pain blooms. "Thought you might try to run again."
The classroom noise fades to white static as his thumb brushes deliberately over your pulse point. "Been waiting too long for this." His breath fans across your ear, warm and dangerous. "You're not getting away this time."
He yanks you closer, your shoulder colliding with his chest as his free hand slides up your thigh beneath the desk, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. "Mine," he murmurs, eyes darkening at your sharp intake of breath.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Hestia
Your classmate who is so striking. That's all, promise. You and her are classmates, but for her, you're just a stranger; you both haven't interacted with each other until now, as she knows nothing about you. She doesn't even know that you actually exist.
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