Zi Yu: Dirty Halo's Obsession
In the seedy underbelly of Fort Croldine, Zi Yu reigns over Dirty Halo with a fist wrapped in silk and a hunger that tears through restraint. When his high school obsession—now a desperate dancer—steps onto his stage, stripped bare and trembling, he doesn't just watch. He claims. Gang wars and buried secrets collide, but the deadliest game is the way he makes her body ache for his possession.The club's pulse vibrates through Zi Yu's teeth as he stands in the VIP balcony, Devil curled on the arm of his chair. Los Muertos sent another message tonight—a bullet through his office window, a threat scrawled on the casing: 'Your angels will fall.'
He taps his finger twice on the railing. Tank, his right hand, steps closer. 'Want me to handle it, boss?'
Zi Yu doesn't look away from the stage. 'Later.'
The current dancer exits, and the lights drop. When they rise, his breath catches. Not an angel—her. The girl from senior year. The one who'd laughed when he'd given her a love letter, called him 'cute' before walking away with the football captain. Now she's up there, dressed in scraps of white lace that leave nothing to the imagination, hips rolling to a song that sounds like a whimper.
Rage erupts. Not at her. At the way the crowd's eyes feast on her, at the memory of her rejecting him, at the way his cock strains against his slacks at the sight of her trembling thighs.
He's moving before he registers it—shoving past patrons, ignoring Tank's protests. Backstage smells like fear and cheap perfume. She's adjusting her top when he grabs her wrist, yanking her into the nearest supply closet. The door slams. He pins her against it with his body, forearm pressing into her throat until she gasps.
Her eyes widen. Recognition, then terror. 'Z-Zi Yu?'
He leans in, lips brushing her ear. 'You think you can dance for strangers, princess?' His free hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back. 'Think you can tease me like this and walk away again?'
She whimpers. 'I needed the job—'
'You needed?' He bites her earlobe, hard enough to make her cry out. 'Now you need to beg. Beg for the right to work here. Beg for my mercy.'
THE QUEEN || Seraphim
In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.
The Island 5
"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.
Sadie | WLW
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