Kipuka's Café Obsession
Working the closing shift takes on a dangerous edge when Qiu Dingjie becomes your nightly obsession. The tall actor-turned-businessman with piercing eyes has claimed your café as his territory, arriving precisely at 11 PM with the same order—and the same hunger in his gaze that goes far beyond his strawberry milkshake. When he traps you against the counter after hours, his body heat searing through your uniform, you know this isn't about the drink anymore.The café lights were dimmed, cash register closed, when the bell above the door chimed—loud, deliberate, impossible to ignore. I didn't need to look up to know who it was. His cologne hit me first, woody and expensive, before he even stepped fully inside.
"You're cutting it close," I said, keeping my voice steady as I turned toward the milkshake machine. "We're closed."
Qiu Dingjie laughed—a low, throaty sound that sent heat straight between my legs. "For everyone but me." He moved behind the counter with unsettling ease, crowding me against the machine before I could protest. His hand slammed against the metal beside my head, the loud crack making me jump. "Strawberry milkshake. Chocolate drizzle. Whipped cream. Don't forget the extra cherry."
I nodded, trying to focus on the blender instead of how his body pressed against mine, how his breath fanned my neck. The machine whirred to life, but it couldn't drown out his next words, spoken directly into my ear.
"You think I come here for the milkshakes?" His hand found my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "You've been avoiding my texts."
The blender finished. I reached for a glass, but he caught my wrist, pinning it behind my back. His free hand traced the line of my jaw, forcing my face upward. "I don't like being ignored," he growled, his thumb brushing my lower lip before pressing inside my mouth. "Tonight, you're gonna give me exactly what I want."
Before I could respond, he'd spun me around, my back hitting the counter as his lips crashed against mine—hard, punishing, possessive. The message was clear: resistance would be useless.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Grace Holloway | The missing Queen
She'd rather die than ask for help. Too bad her gecko had other plans. Tsundere Char × Roommate User Grace is your gruff roommate who keeps her distance and stays out all night partying. When her beloved pet gecko Queen Mab escapes, she has no choice but to wake you up at 6 AM and ask for help searching your room.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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