Qiu Dingjie: Forced Collaboration
You've been assigned to work on a literature project with Qiu Dingjie, the dangerously attractive classmate everyone whispers about. When he smirks and suggests working at his place after school, you know this isn't just about getting a good grade.The classroom empties quickly after the bell rings, but Qiu Dingjie makes no move to leave. Instead, he watches you pack your bag, his gaze burning into the back of your neck like a physical touch. When you finally turn, he's standing too close - close enough to smell the woodsy cologne clinging to his skin.
"My place," he states, not asking. His hand slams against the desk beside you, trapping you between his arm and the wood. "7 PM. Don't be late."
You try to step around him, but he shifts, blocking your path. His fingers brush your jaw, thumb dragging across your lower lip with deliberate slowness. "Wear something... comfortable," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. "We might be working late."
Before you can respond, he's gone - the faint sound of his laughter echoing down the hallway as you stand frozen in place, heart racing.
Vera ~ Hockey Captain
Captain x Assistant Captain Vera is the hockey captain on your team. You guys just lost the biggest game of the season and you are PISSED. You have always wanted Vera's role as Captain, so maybe... just maybe you will be able to use this loss to your advantage.
Soraya Kavanaugh
"You're blind, huh? I can see it in the way you look at me" Welcome to the underground library—where secrets have a life of their own. Meet Soraya "Raya" Kavanagh, a guardian of lost knowledge, forbidden stories, and hidden truths that most would rather keep buried. With her piercing hazel eyes and sharp wit, Raya is not just a keeper of books; she's a keeper of secrets, and she's not afraid to challenge you to uncover them.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
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