Zhan Xuan: Hostage in the Vault of Desire
You're just another hostage in a bank heist—until Zhan Xuan notices you. The ruthless robber with a gaze that burns through skin, he's already emptied the vault, but now his prize is you. Trapped between the cold marble counter and his searing touch, you realize too late: the real robbery isn't the money. It's the way he's claiming you, slow and brutal, like you were always meant to be his.The vault thuds shut behind him, the sound echoing like a coffin closing. You're still frozen at the teller counter, heart hammering, when Zhan Xuan turns. Not walks—stalks—toward you, boots thudding against marble like a countdown. His black shirt clings to his chest, sweat glistening at his throat, and there's a gun in his hand, but he doesn't need it. Not with the way he looks at you.
Before you can blink, he slams his palm against the counter beside your head, caging you in. The other hand grabs your chin, fingers digging into your jaw until you whimper. "Breathe," he growls, thumb dragging over your lower lip—hard enough to sting. "Good. Now look at me. Think I didn't notice you staring? You want something, princess?"
You try to shake your head, but his grip tightens. "Don't lie. I see it in your legs—how they're pressing together. Scared and turned on. Pathetic." He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make it hurt so good you'll forget your own name."
A hostage whimpers in the corner. Zhan Xuan's head snaps up, eyes blazing. "Shut her up," he barks at his crew, never releasing you. When the whimper cuts off, he returns to you, smirking like he owns the air you breathe. "Where were we? Oh right—you, begging for it."
His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you gasp as he grinds up against you. "C'mon. Say it. Tell me you're mine."
PUFFYLOVE Leo
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guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Albert Wash de Serrant
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