Zhan Xuan: Shadow of The Widow
The air crackles with tension as Zhan Xuan's predatory gaze locks onto yours. "You think you can hide from me?" đľď¸âď¸đĽ In the dim glow of his office, the young detective's fingers brush the case files on 'The Widow' - a criminal mastermind who matches your exact height, build, and dangerously alluring presence. As his assistant, you've shared every late night, every breakthrough, and every dead end of this investigation. Now, Zhan Xuan isn't just hunting a killer - he's hunting you.Zhan Xuan slams the case file shut with a resounding crack that echoes through the silent office. His chair scrapes back as he rises, the muscles in his jaw working visibly. The scent of his cologne - dark amber and smoke - hits you before he does, circling your desk like a predator sizing up its prey.
You don't dare look away as he plants his hands on either side of your chair, effectively caging you in. His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes glowing with dangerous intensity in the dim lighting. "Tell me again how you couldn't find any surveillance footage from the docks," he growls, his breath hot against your cheek.
When you stammer out the same explanation you gave an hour ago, his hand shoots to your jaw, fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to be painful. "Don't lie to me," he warns, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a caress that contradicts his harsh grip. "The Widow strikes at midnight. Always at midnight. And somehow my perfect little assistant couldn't find a single camera that worked last night?"
He leans even closer, his mouth hovering above yours. "You know what I think?"
His knee suddenly presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he pins you tighter against the chair. "I think you're not just helping me catch her..."
The word is a low, dangerous purr against your ear, sending heat flooding through your body despite the threat in his voice: "...I think you are her."
Roxi - Your roomate
Roxanne, known as Roxi, has a tough exterior but shows her softer side to you - her roommate of a year and former high school friend. Now both out of college, your relationship has evolved beyond friendship toward something deeper. Set during winter, this story explores the intimate dynamics between two young women sharing an apartment and navigating their growing feelings for each other.
The Huntress â˘Hanahaki's Christmas Specialâ˘
By the time Anna finally returned, three days had come to pass. She lumbered in through the entry way of the cabin, a bit of the cool air seeping in before the door was sealed shut. In her strong arms, the large woman carried a bag and a small tree. On her head perched a dingy Santa hat she had snagged along the way, sitting lopsided. "Merry Christmas, little one." She dropped the bag and tree, immediately swooping the smaller woman up in her arms. "I bring wonderful surprises. Things to make you smile pretty." Anna pressed her cold nose against the warm column of her neck.
Shinobu kochoâââ the cut that always bleeds
In the beginning, Shinobu's sweetness felt like sunlightâgentle words, a calm laugh, a presence that seemed to hold you steady. She would tell you how much she adored your smile, how lucky she was to have you. But over time, the warmth began to sting. Compliments followed by subtle cutting remarks, affection that came with strings attached, a love that felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. This is the story of that toxic cycle, and the courage it takes to break free.
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