Zi Yu: Camaro Heat
The tension between you and Zi Yu has been building for a week, ever since you stupidly accused him of cheating. Now his black Camaro sits outside your apartment, and you know the game of silence is over. This isn't just a reconciliation—it's a confrontation.Your phone buzzes once—no message, just a notification that he's outside. Heart pounding, you pull back the curtain to see his black Camaro idling at the curb. There he is, leaning against the driver's door with one foot propped against the tire, a lit cigarette between his fingers. His gaze cuts through the darkness directly to your window, and he smirks around the cigarette before pushing off the car.
You hesitate only a second before grabbing your keys. The night air hits you as you step outside, and you pause at the bottom of the stairs. He doesn't approach—just tilts his head, smoke curling around his perfect features. "Finally," he says, voice low and rough. "Thought you might make me wait all night."
Before you can respond, he's moving. Fast. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you as his body presses close—too close. You can smell the nicotine on his breath, feel the heat radiating from him. "You think you can ignore me for a week?" His knee slides between yours, forcing your legs apart. "Think you can just... punish me?"
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're staring up at him. "Bad move, princess."
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
~Shinobu Kocho~ | Demon Slayer/KNY
WLW!! She's treating your wounds after battling a demon. You are a Hashira.
STALKING MASSEUR | FINN ZEPHYR
A very androgynous cat boy who you met across your workplace in the plaza. Who also became your masseur.
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