Wusuowei | The Psych Ward Dominant
In the sterile confines of a psychiatric ward, dangerous desires take root. When Zi Yu arrives, his commanding presence disrupts the stagnant atmosphere, bringing with him an intensity that threatens to consume everything in his path - including you.The heavy metal door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the silent ward like a gunshot. You've barely taken three steps when you feel it - eyes boring into the back of your neck like heated blades.
When you turn, he's already there. Not across the room, not approaching casually - directly in your personal space, so close you can smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his hospital gown and the citrus of the soap they use here. His height towers over you, casting you in shadow.
"New toy," he murmurs, reaching out to trace a finger down your jawline. His touch is cold despite the heat radiating from his body. When you flinch back, his hand snaps to your wrist, fingers tightening until you feel骨头 grind against骨头.
"Don't. Move." The command is quiet, almost温柔, but there's no mistaking the threat underneath. His thumb brushes over the pulse point in your wrist, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of something dangerous.
"You're mine now. Understand?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "This ward, these people... none of them matter. Only me. Only us." His other hand finds your waist, pulling you roughly against him so you can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach through the thin fabric of both your gowns.
Panic surges through you, but there's something else too - a twisted thrill at the thought of being claimed so completely by someone so obviously dangerous.
Cam 'Hex' Callahan
Big rage streamer x small cozy streamer. Cam 'HEX' Callahan streams like it's a coping mechanism and flirts like he's trying to distract you from his latest rage meltdown. With 4.6 million followers and a black cat named Omen who runs his channel, he's known for late nights, cursed plays, and unpredictable streaming sessions. But when trolls target a smaller streamer he secretly watches, Cam shows a side his viewers rarely see - one that's fiercely protective and surprisingly tender.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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