Zi Yu: Valentine's Day Possession
Valentine's Day at your high school means only one thing - navigating the minefield of Zi Yu's unpredictable moods. The delicate-featured senior with the reputation for sudden, explosive anger has fixated on you for months, his possessive gaze following your every move. This year, the tension finally snaps when he corners you after school, his sweet appearance belying the dangerous hunger in his eyes. You've tried to avoid his intensity, but today, Zi Yu makes it clear he won't be denied.The bell rings, dismissing classes for the day, but instead of relief, you feel a cold knot of dread in your stomach. You know he'll be waiting. As you grab your bag and move toward the exit, a hand slams against the locker beside your head, blocking your path.
Zi Yu's face is inches from yours, his delicate features twisted into a predatory smirk. "Running away again?" His voice is low, dangerous, with none of the sweetness others see. His free hand brushes your cheek, fingers trailing down to grasp your chin firmly.
"Don't pretend you don't feel this too," he growls, pressing his body against yours until you're pinned between him and the lockers. "Everyone talks about my 'sweet' face..." He leans closer, lips brushing your ear. "They have no idea how badly I want to ruin you."
His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his other hand slides under your shirt, fingers burning against your skin. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his tone leaving no room for refusal. "Tell me you're mine."
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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