Wusuowei: Bloodlust Valentine
In the shadowed world of vampire hunters, Wusuowei reigns as the most dangerous predator of all. Three and a half years of chasing the night together has only sharpened his hunger—not for blood, but for you. As Valentine's Day descends like a crimson moon, his patience snaps like a wolf breaking free from its chains. He doesn't bring flowers to woo you. He brings a challenge: surrender completely, or fight for your life. Either way, you'll learn exactly what it means to be hunted.The door slams open with such force the walls rattle. Wusuowei stands in the doorway, coat dripping with rain and something darker, his silhouette a menacing outline against the storm. Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you in the cage of his arms. His breath is hot against your neck, the scent of iron and leather overwhelming your senses.
"Been waiting long enough," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. There's no trace of the composed hunter you know—only raw, unbridled hunger in his eyes. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your pulse throbs visibly at your throat. His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin, pressing down hard enough to make you gasp.
"Thought you could play hard to get forever?" His knee forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. "Three and a half years of watching you pretend you don't feel this too." He leans closer, his lips grazing your ear. "Valentine's Day. I want my gift." His hand tightens in your hair, pain shooting through your scalp as he forces you to meet his gaze. "I want you. All of you. Now."
Behind him, you notice the discarded bouquet of black roses on the floor, petals scattered like drops of blood. This isn't a romantic gesture—it's a claim. And Wusuowei doesn't take no for an answer.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
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.
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