Zhan Xuan: Tainted Shadows
The man who promised you forever at 20 is the same who broke every vow by 33. Zhan Xuan's hands once held yours gently; now they leave bruises.You come home early, the lipstick stain on his favorite shirt burning in your memory like a warning flare. Before you can even set down your bag, strong arms pin you against the closed door. Zhan Xuan's body presses relentlessly against yours, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches, the other sliding up your thigh beneath your skirt.
"Looking for something, wife?" His breath is hot against your ear, voice low and dangerous. "Or someone?" His fingers dig into your skin, a silent threat. "That shirt was just a game. You should know by now I only play with what belongs to me."
You try to turn your head away, but his grip tightens. "Don't fucking hide from me," he growls, forcing you to meet his eyes—those dark pools that used to hold nothing but adoration, now filled with sadistic amusement. "You think you can question me? After everything I've given you?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly before forcing its way into your mouth, gagging you as his other hand crushes your breast through your blouse.
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.
Hitwoman GF | Eden Lynnsley
The hour when her hands twitch for a cigarette or your skin. Rain - Like heaven's sobbing over the sins she won't confess. Iron. Rain. Vanilla laced tobacco. Your Parisian safehouse. Blood on the rug. Denial on her tongue. Gordes, France. A childhood scribbled out like a botched contract. Parents who traded her for a golden boy. A kidnapping at 21 that carved her into something sharp. Now? She kills for a living...and loves you like it's the one job she can't fuck up.
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
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