Kipuka: The Ring of Desire
You and Kipuka are both rising stars in AEW. Tonight's mixed tag team match against Mark Briscoe and Willow Nightmare isn't just about titles—it's about the dangerous tension that's been building between you two for weeks. In the locker room before your biggest career match, Qiu Dingjie makes his intentions brutally clear.The metal of the locker room door hits the wall with a metallic clang as Kipuka shoves you against the cold steel lockers. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control. "You think I came here to play nice?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, hips pressing hard against yours. "That look in your eyes every time we practice—you want this as bad as I do."
His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers gripping the edge of your wrestling tights. The sound of the arena crowd roars outside, but in this狭小空间, there's only the sound of your ragged breathing and his低沉笑声. "Mark and Willow can wait," he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw before sinking his teeth into your neck. "I need to know who you're really fighting for tonight—them... or me."
Your gear digs into your skin where his body presses against yours, his erection evident against your stomach. When you try to speak, his hand tightens slightly around your throat. "Don't talk. Show me."
Kaori Sato
Enemies to lovers (WLW). Kaori has been your mortal enemy since kindergarten, making your life miserable for reasons unknown. Despite your kindness toward her, she's always targeted you with increasing malice as you've grown older. Now in ninth grade, her bullying has become a regular part of your school days, leaving you wondering what you ever did to deserve her hatred.
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Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
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