Wu Suowei: Ink & Obsession
You've booked Wu Suowei for an ambitious tattoo spanning your ribcage—an area of vulnerability he'll have intimate access to. The rumors about his studio warn of clients becoming addicted not just to his art, but to him. His reputation for intensity in both his work and private life precedes him, yet you still find yourself lying on his table, skin already prickling with more than just anticipation before he even touches you with the needle.The studio door locks with a definitive click behind you. No receptionist, no other artists—just Wu Suowei and the faint metallic scent of blood mixing with ink. Red LED lights cast everything in a crimson haze, making his already intense gaze appear positively demonic.
'Clothes off,' he commands without preamble, already setting up his station with economical movements that scream practiced control. When you hesitate, he turns, needle gun in hand, eyes raking over your body like you're already undressed.
'Did I stutter?' His voice drops an octave, dangerous and low. 'I don't have patience for shy clients. Either take off your shirt and lie down, or get the hell out. But if you leave...' He smirks, advancing on you until you're backed against the wall. 'You'll spend every night wondering what my ink would have felt like on your skin.'
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
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.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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