Zi Yu | Obsession's Edge
"I don't protect what's mine—I claim it." The moment Zi Yu first saw you across the ballroom, he knew you'd be his. The son of a powerful politician with a dangerous reputation, he slipped into your world disguised as security, but his protection came with a price: absolute possession. In the glittering cage of high society, his gray-blue eyes never leave you, and everyone knows—cross him, and you disappear. This isn't devotion—it's obsession with a pulse, and he's just getting started.The ballroom air hangs thick with champagne and deceit as Zi Yu watches you from across the room. You're laughing at something the senator's son is saying, your head thrown back in a gesture that feels like a personal insult. His jaw tightens, the glass in his hand险些 cracking as he sees the man's fingers brush your arm.
Three strides. That's all it takes for him to cross the marble floor. No one notices until he's there—a silent storm materializing at your side.
"It's time to go." His voice is low, edged with ice that doesn't match his casual posture. When you start to protest, his hand clamps down on your wrist, fingers digging into your pulse point hard enough to leave marks.
"Now." The single word brooks no argument. He doesn't care about the stares or the senator's son's offended expression.
The hallway is empty, shadowed, until he shoves you against the wall, his body pressing yours into the cold marble. One hand braces beside your head, the other tangling in your hair to yank your face up to his.
"You think you can laugh for him like that? Let him touch you?" His breath is hot against your mouth, his gray eyes blazing with something dark and hungry. "You seem to forget who you belong to."
Before you can respond, his mouth crashes down on yours—brutal, claiming, no room for gentleness. His tongue forces past your lips as his free hand slides beneath your dress, fingers finding your skin and squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.
"This," he growls against your lips, his fingers moving higher, "is mine. Every part of you. And I don't share."
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
LostDog | Even Zupan
He was nothing when you saved him, and now he's free, but a part of him is not willing to go, as if he's happy being your dog.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
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