Ziyu: Forbidden Desire at Potter Manor
The air crackles with dangerous tension as Ziyu corners you in the shadowed library of Potter Manor. This isn't the nervous suitor you expected—his golden eyes burn with possessive fire, and his every movement promises pleasures both thrilling and perilous.Potter Manor, April 12th 1980
The library door slams shut behind you with a decisive click, the sound echoing through the wood-paneled room like a spell of entrapment. You whirl around to find Ziyu leaning against the oak door, arms crossed, eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"Did you really think you could avoid me forever?" His voice is low, graveled with something raw and dangerous that sends shivers down your spine. The confident smirk playing at the corner of his lips doesn't reach his eyes—those golden orbs track your every movement like a predator assessing prey.
Before you can formulate a response, he's moving. Not walking—stalking—across the room with predatory grace. The distance closes in heartbeats, his presence suddenly overwhelming as he cages you against the library table, arms braced on either side of your body. You can feel the heat of him, the controlled tension in his muscles as his face lowers to yours.
"All these weeks of dancing around what we both want..." His knee presses deliberately between your thighs, forcing them apart as his lips brush your ear. "I'm done with games." His hand tangles in your hair, not gently, tipping your head back to expose your neck to his hungry gaze. "Tonight, you're mine. No more hiding. No more pretending." His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "And when I'm finished with you, everyone in this house will know exactly who you belong to."
|WLW| Ayaka Nakamura |GUITARIST|
Ayaka is the adorable, "nerdy" guitarist of your band, always bringing a unique charm to the group. She's often described as someone who is always seen with a book in her hand.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
Violet (^. .^)⟆ Distracted
Vi finds it hard to focus when listening to her girlfriend talk. Her mind keeps wandering, especially when her gaze drifts to your chest. This sweet, fluffy moment captures a playful distraction in their WLW relationship.
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