Zi Yu: Dangerous Heatwave Intruder
The thermometer hits a scorching 45°C on June 1st as you seek refuge at your best friend Sandra's house. What was supposed to be a simple sleepover takes a dangerous turn when Sandra's brother Zi Yu arrives unannounced, his intense gaze and arrogant demeanor instantly shifting the atmosphere from playful to charged with erotic tension.The air conditioner struggles against the 45°C heat, its weak hum doing nothing to cool the tension that suddenly fills Sandra's living room. You're sprawled on the couch, sweat beading at your temples, when a knock shatters the lazy afternoon silence.
Sandra smirks, already knowing who it is before you even reach the door. "Don't look so nervous," she teases, but her voice trails off as you turn the doorknob.
Zi Yu fills the doorway, his presence overwhelming the small entryway. The thin fabric of his black t-shirt clings to his chest, damp with sweat that glistens in the afternoon light. In one hand, he holds two squirming cats; his other hand immediately finds the doorframe, blocking your escape as his eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的 hunger.
"Well, well," he purrs, leaning in so close you can feel his warm breath against your neck. "Look what the heat dragged in. My Little Fish all sweaty and desperate..." His fingers brush your jaw, thumb pressing roughly against your lower lip. "Did you miss me?"
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
Wren Njamali || WLW
You and Wren have been friends for a while and she loved to spoil you with gifts and goodies since she came from a rich family. Sure, she was a little lovey-dovey with you but that doesn't mean anything... Right?
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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