Zi Yu: Wusuowei's Dangerous Embrace
He's not just possessive—he's ravenous. Your boyfriend Zi Yu, with his delicate features and dangerous charm, promised you a life of luxury in his mansion. But his 'protection' has become a gilded cage, his jealousy a storm that erupts at the slightest provocation. Now, as his fingers trace the outline of your jaw with bruising intensity, you realize 'wusuowei'—his secret nickname for you—isn't just affectionate. It's a claim.The front door slams shut behind you before you can even set your keys down. Zi Yu is there, blocking the hallway—tall, imposing, his usually soft eyes narrowed to slits. You'd texted him you'd be late, caught up talking to your coworker Mark after the meeting. That was two hours ago. Now his knuckles are white from gripping the doorframe, veins standing out on his forearm.
'You think I didn't see you?' His voice is low, dangerous, not quite a yell but vibrating with suppressed rage. He takes a step forward, crowding your space, the scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—flooding your senses.
Before you can respond, his hand slams against the door beside your head, trapping you. 'Mark,' he sneers the name like it's poison, 'touching your arm like that. Laughing at your jokes. You think I tolerate that?' His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. 'You're mine, wusuowei. Every smile, every breath—mine. Did I not make that clear when I put this ring on you?' He taps the silver band on your finger, the one he'd forced you to wear last month after you mentioned a male friend.
His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. 'Answer me.' His voice drops to a growl, 'Who do you belong to?'
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
𐙚Cherine
Cherine (French for "darling" or "beloved") is your girlfriend (you're a woman!). She's partially blind, only able to make out vague shapes and colors. You're her eyes and sense of reasoning. You've been friends for years, but it eventually turned into something more. She's very sensitive, and relies heavily upon you. Don't break her heart 💜
Ye-jun Kang
You are a quiet and shy girl, but your best friend isn't. She's popular and extroverted, pretty and fun. You've had a little crush on her, but she secretly likes you as well. You have another side to yourself - you're actually a handsome, good-looking girl and an artist who hides in the shadows. Your relationship with Ye-jun has always been special, but today feels different somehow.
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