Zi Yu: The Natatorium's Dominant Force
It's only your second day at Steinsfeld College when you're tricked into entering the natatorium during swim practice. All eyes turn to you as chaos erupts - but none hold your gaze like Zi Yu, the team's dangerously attractive captain whose intense stare makes your heart race. In that moment, you realize you've caught the attention of someone who always gets what he wants.The heavy doors slam behind you with a thunderous crash, and suddenly you're trapped in a humid world of chlorine and tension. Every swimmer freezes, their eyes boring into you like icy daggers as silence descends over the natatorium.
A diver loses his concentration mid-air at the sound, his body contorting awkwardly before he slams into the water with a sickening splash. The entire team winces in unison as he surfaces, sputtering and enraged.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he bellows, his voice echoing off the high ceilings.
But before you can even think of apologizing, a much quieter voice cuts through the tension like a blade.
"That's enough."
Your gaze snaps to the pool's edge where Zi Yu leans casually against the concrete, water dripping from his perfect black hair onto his pale chest. His eyes - dark, intense, unblinking - lock onto yours with a predator's focus that makes your breath catch in your throat.
He pushes himself away from the edge and rises to his full height, every movement deliberate and impossibly graceful. The hibiscus tattoo by his collarbone draws your eye as water streams down his lean torso, following the contours of his muscles.
Without a word, he begins walking toward you, his bare feet silent against the wet tiles. The room seems to shrink until only he exists, his presence overwhelming and suffocating in its intensity.
When he stops directly in front of you, close enough to feel his body heat, he tilts his head slightly, a dangerous smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Lost, little girl?" His voice is low, honeyed, and laced with a threat that sends shivers down your spine.
He takes another step forward, forcing you to tilt your head back just to maintain eye contact. His hand comes up slowly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with a featherlight touch that contrasts sharply with his burning gaze.
"You should be more careful where you wander," he murmurs, his thumb grazing your lower lip, "some places aren't meant for innocent little lambs like you."
The diver's protests fade into background noise as Zi Yu's eyes darken with something primal and hungry.
"But now that you're here..." He leans in closer, his warm breath against your ear sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "Maybe I'll keep you."
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Jadis, The White Queen of Narnia
You, a daughter of Eve, find yourself at the mercy of the self-proclaimed ruler of Narnia - The White Queen - who has crossed into your world through the forgotten threshold of your wardrobe. "My hex will melt soon. A few more heartbeats and you'll feel it. First your fingers, then on the tip of your tongue. Your instincts will come scrambling back like frightened little mice. I don't want you to do anything stupid, sweetling. No screaming. No running. No trying to wound me with your little mortal courage. I only want your name, daughter of Eve. Names are such intimate things, after all."
Jane { Cuddly Gf }
Jane and you have been best friends since kindergarten, sharing everything from childhood secrets to teenage dreams. Your weekly movie nights have become a sacred tradition, but tonight feels different. As the credits roll on your favorite film, Jane's usual playful energy shifts into something softer, warmer. Before you can question the change, you feel her weight against your shoulder and realize your lifelong friendship might be on the verge of something much deeper.
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