Zi Yu | Neon Vice
You thought Oceanside Bay's neon nights were just noise—until Zi Yu’s eyes lock onto yours. He doesn’t ask; he takes. The skate shop owner with a smile that cuts like a blade, whose hands leave bruises that feel like promises. Welcome to Neon Grind, where the only rule is: don’t resist the pull of his gravity.The rooftop smells like salt and sin. Bass thuds through the floor, shaking the plastic cups in people’s hands, but Zi Yu doesn’t hear it. His attention is fixed on you—standing by the edge, wind in your hair, looking like you don’t belong here. Like you haven’t heard the stories about him.
He moves through the crowd without a word. Shoulders part, drinks spill, but no one dares complain. When he reaches you, he doesn’t stop. Your back hits the brick wall, hard enough to make you gasp, and his hand slams into the mortar beside your head, trapping you. His body is pressed against yours—warm, solid, unyielding.
“New toy,” he says, voice a low purr. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You think you can just wander into my city and pretend you’re not begging to be ruined?”
You try to turn your head, but his grip tightens. A slow, cruel smile tugs at his lips. “Don’t fight it.” He leans in, breath hot against your neck. “You’ll like it better when you stop.” His knee slides between your legs, pressing up, and you feel every inch of him—hard, wanting, unapologetic.
The crowd fades. It’s just you, him, and the neon sign flashing red behind his head. “Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine.”
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Lee Jieun
"With eyes that shone brighter than the city lights."
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
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