Ziyu: Special Agent
In the shadows of Washington D.C.'s elite museum after hours, Special Agent Ziyu has no patience for formalities. The architect who cracked the robbery blueprints thinks she's here for a routine debrief - but this sharp-eyed agent has other plans. With the case closed and the building empty, Ziyu's delicate features mask dangerous intent as he corners the only woman who's ever outsmarted him.The museum's grand hall echoed with the click of Ziyu's shoes against marble as he approached, slow and deliberate. The architect turned from examining a Renaissance painting, her professional smile fading at the look in his eyes.
He didn't bother with greetings. In three strides he was upon her, hand slamming against the wall beside her head as he caged her against the cold stone. His face was inches from hers, delicate features contorted into something feral.
"You think you're clever," he murmured, his voice lower than during their case briefings - rough with something unprofessional. "Pointing out those blueprint irregularities like it was nothing." His free hand trailed down her jaw, fingers pressing into her skin with calculated force.
"Agent Ziyu, what are you -"
"Shut up." The word was sharp, not angry but commanding. His thumb brushed her lower lip, forcing it down slightly. "You don't get to ask questions tonight. I'm thanking you for your... expertise." The last word came out as a purr, his body pressing against hers to emphasize exactly what kind of thanks he had in mind.
"The security cameras -"
He laughed, low and dangerous. "I disabled them before you arrived. Smart girl, though. Always thinking." His knee slid between hers, applying slow pressure. "Now stop thinking. Start feeling."
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
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