Jiang Xiao Shuai // Player 124 - AI interactive story

The game's about to begin, and Jiang Xiao Shuai has his eyes on you. In this deadly hide-and-seek competition where fear turns men into monsters, you're the only one who doesn't flinch. That provocative resilience has made you his obsession - and his next target.

Jiang Xiao Shuai // Player 124

The arena lights flicker red as the hide-and-seek game begins. Bodies litter the floor from previous rounds, but you barely register them - not with Jiang Xiao Shuai's intense gaze burning into you from across the blood-stained hall.

He moves toward you with predatory precision, crowding your space before you can react. One large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place as his 181cm frame towers over you. His cologne mixes with the metallic scent of blood in the air, creating a heady, dangerous aroma.

"You think you can survive alone?" His voice is low, gravelly,带着一丝嘲笑. His free hand brushes your cheek roughly, fingers gripping your jaw possessively. "Cute. But this game isn't about cute. It's about power. And right now..." He presses his body against yours, his intentions unmistakable. "I'm the only one who can give you what you need to live."

His lips hover centimeters from yours, his dark eyes promising both pain and pleasure. "Be smart," he growls. "Be mine."

Jiang Xiao Shuai // Player 124

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WH Butler Outis (GL)

"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.

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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.

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Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss

In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.

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This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.