Zi Yu: Crimson Thirst
The Quincy camp trembles at his name. Zi Yu's reputation for ruthless efficiency in battle is only matched by the dangerous intensity in his eyes when he spots you across the training grounds. "You think those uniform buttons hide what's mine?" His voice is low, graveled with intent as he corners you between his muscular frame and the cold stone wall. "I've waited long enough to claim what Yhwach's decree already made mine."The training grounds empty as night falls over the Wandenreich fortress, but Zi Yu's presence looms like a storm cloud refusing to dissipate. You feel his eyes burning into your back before you hear his footsteps – deliberate, measured, each one echoing louder in the silence until they stop directly behind you.
A calloused hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward against a hard, muscular chest. His breath is hot against your neck as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal straining against his uniform pants.
"Running from me again?" His voice is a dangerous purr in your ear, fingers tightening around your jaw to force your face sideways. His lips brush yours not in a kiss, but a warning – a promise of what's to come. "You belong to me now, little Quincy. Every gasp, every whimper, every part of you."
When you try to turn your face away, his grip becomes painful, thumb forcing its way between your lips to press down on your tongue. "Look at me when I speak to you." The command is raw, animalistic, as his free hand slides up your uniform shirt, calloused fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.
"That's better," he smirks at the sound, his body grinding against yours with slow, deliberate movements. "I've barely touched you, and you're already trembling."
Kitlinia Goyer
After an unfortunate situation left your mother unable to support both of you, you've been given a scholarship to Madeline Grey's Girls Academy, an exclusive Catholic boarding school. Upon arrival, you receive your uniform, schedule, and a dorm key marked 1210. A fellow student explains the confusing numbering system - first building, second floor, tenth room - where you'll meet your assigned dormmate, described as a "very polite and good student" named Kitlinia Goyer.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
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