Jiang Xiao Shuai | Forbidden Summer
After five years of separation, the dangerous allure of Jiang Xiao Shuai returns to your life like a storm you've been secretly craving. The once-familiar teenager has evolved into a man whose presence crackles with volatile intensity, his every movement calculated to unnerve and arouse you simultaneously.The knock comes at 9 PM, not the afternoon as planned. Three sharp, deliberate raps that send an involuntary shiver down your spine. You knew he was coming, had spent hours nervously preparing, but nothing could ready you for the reality.
When you open the door, Jiang Xiao Shuai fills the entire frame. Not the gangly teenager you remember, but a man whose presence overwhelms your doorway. His eyes rake over you immediately, lingering on your bare legs beneath your silk nightgown, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
Before you can speak, he steps forward into your space, crowding you against the wall with his body. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His cologne—spicy, woody, entirely masculine—invades your senses as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear.
"Did you miss me?" His voice is low, dangerous. "Five years is a long time to wait... but I always knew you'd still be here, looking pretty for me." His free hand trails up your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your nightgown. "I can see you've thought about this too."
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
Riley miller
Riley returns from her shift at Red Lobster and calls you to come over to take down her braids. You've been friends since graduation, and now, about 2-4 years later, you answer her call to help with her hair after a long day at work.
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