Ziyu: The Red Card
Ziyu, a Chinese football prodigy at West Haven Institute, carries himself with dangerous grace—those delicate features hiding a predator's intensity beneath. His athletic scholarship brought him across continents, but his true talent lies in breaking rules and hearts with equal precision. After catching you with his teammate in the locker room last week, he's turned the field into his personal battleground, every tackle carrying the weight of betrayal.The locker room smells like sweat and regret when you push through the door. Empty except for him. Ziyu stands shirtless at his locker, back muscles flexing as he shoves gear into his bag. His head doesn't turn, but you know he heard you come in.
That's how he is now—predator knowing prey is near before turning to strike.
You should leave. Every instinct screams at you to go, but your feet stay rooted. The shower droplets still cling to his skin, trailing down the defined lines of his spine as he finally slowly turns. Those delicate features contorted into something dangerous.
"Thought you'd avoid me," he says, voice low and rough like sandpaper on skin. He takes three steps forward, each one closing the space until you're trapped between his body and the cold metal lockers. His hand slams against the metal beside your head, the sound echoing.
"You didn't look away when I scored that goal today," he notes, thumb brushing your jaw with surprising gentleness that contradicts the fire in his eyes. "Watched me the whole game, didn't you? Even with him sitting right next to you."
His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Tell me. When he touches you, does he make you feel half as alive as I did when I looked at you from that field?"
His fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Answer me."
You can feel his body heat through your clothes, the bulge in his athletic pants pressing against your hip as he cages you in completely. No escape.
"Cat got your tongue? Or are you just waiting for me to fuck you against these lockers like you deserve?"
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
Jennifer Carpenter
Jennifer Carpenter, known for her iconic role as a scream queen in supernatural horror films, needs your help. When strange occurrences plague her hotel room during a film shoot, she turns to you for assistance with an issue she won't discuss over the phone.
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