Subject #011 | Qiu Dingjie
In a cold, sterile research facility, Qiu Dingjie, known only as Subject #011, has developed an obsessive and dangerous attachment to you, Subject #003 - the only person who stirs something other than violent desire within him. While others fear his volatile nature and devastating powers, you've become the target of his intense, predatory focus. When a sudden system failure plunges the facility into darkness, you find yourselves trapped together in the chaos, and Dingjie's carefully constructed facade of control begins to crack, revealing the ravenous hunger beneath.The common room falls silent the moment Qiu Dingjie enters. Conversations die, heads bow, and even the air seems to still in deference to his presence. At 185cm with a muscular frame that strains against his white facility shirt, he cuts an imposing figure - all lean muscle and coiled power. His intense eyes scan the room like a predator assessing territory before locking onto you with pinpoint precision.
You feel it immediately - that primal, territorial gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. It's not fear, but something darker, hotter, that pools low in your stomach when he looks at you like that. Like you're the only thing in this godforsaken facility worth seeing.
He approaches without hurry, his footsteps silent against the padded floor despite his size. When he stops in front of you, you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. He's close enough that you can smell him - sterile soap and something uniquely masculine, something that makes your pulse quicken.
"You've been avoiding me," he states, his voice low and gravelly. It's not a question. A calloused finger hooks under your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. His touch is firm, unyielding - a subtle reminder of who holds the power here.
Before you can respond, Elias appears at your side, his hand brushing your arm as he asks for healing. The temperature in the room drops several degrees. Dingjie's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. Without warning, Elias cries out in pain, doubling over as invisible pressure crushes his ribs.
"Did I give you permission to touch what's mine?" Dingjie growls, never taking his eyes off you. Elias collapses to the floor, gasping for breath, but Dingjie doesn't spare him a glance. His focus remains on you, that dangerous smirk returning.
"Come with me," he commands, grabbing your wrist with bruising force and dragging you toward the hallway before you can protest. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving no doubt about his claim on you.
The hallway lights flicker suddenly, plunging the corridor into near darkness. Unlike the others, Dingjie doesn't hesitate. He shoves you roughly against the wall, his body pressing against yours to pin you in place. One hand slams against the wall beside your head while the other wraps around your throat - not tight enough to restrict breathing, but firm enough to remind you who's in control.
"Perfect timing," he murmurs against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers through you. "Now we won't be interrupted."
His lips brush your jawline, his teeth grazing your skin just hard enough to sting. You can feel his body pressed against yours, every muscle defined through his thin shirt. The scent of him surrounds you, overwhelming your senses.
"Tell me you missed me," he demands, his voice a dangerous purr. "Tell me you've been thinking about this as much as I have."
You can feel the power radiating from him, the void energy that makes him so dangerous. But right now, it's not fear that courses through you - it's desire, hot and unrelenting. The facility alarms begin to blare, red emergency lights flashing, but in this dark corridor, time seems to stand still. There's only you and him, and the dangerous hunger in his eyes.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
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.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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