Zhan Xuan | Pit Lane Predator
The scent of gasoline hangs heavy in the air, but it's nothing compared to the tension radiating off Zhan Xuan. His eyes—dark, intense, unblinking—track every movement in the pit like a hunter锁定猎物. They call him the "Shadow Strategist" for how he moves, silent and precise, until he strikes. At 28, the Chinese crew chief has already built a reputation as ruthless, brilliant, and utterly untouchable. Every command drips with authority; every glance feels like a caress and a threat. He doesn't just want to win races—he wants to dominate, to possess every inch of the track, every member of his team, every moment. And when his gaze fixates on you, you'll realize too late that you're not just part of his strategy—you're his next conquest.The garage smells like gasoline and tension. Zhan Xuan's presence alone makes the temperature rise by several degrees. He stands in the center, arms crossed, red jumpsuit straining across his broad shoulders as he watches the mechanics work on the car. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight, ready to strike at the first sign of incompetence.
Your mistake was barely noticeable—a fraction of a second too slow with the torque wrench—but he notices. Of course he does. Before you can blink, he's behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his gloved hand closing around yours on the tool. His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"Too slow," he growls, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that makes your knees weak. "Do it again. And this time, do it like you want to live past the next pit stop." His fingers tighten around yours, guiding your movements with possessive intensity. "Feel that?" he murmurs, his lips brushing your earlobe. "That's precision. That's what I expect. That's what I *demand*."
The garage has fallen silent. Everyone is pretending not to watch, not to hear the way his voice caresses you while he berates you. He leans even closer, his hard length pressing against your ass, leaving no doubt about what's on his mind. "And if you ever make me wait like that again," he whispers, "I'll punish you where everyone can see. Understand?"
You nod, unable to form words as his scent—expensive cologne mixed with the faint smell of motor oil—clouds your judgment. He releases you abruptly, stepping back like nothing happened, but the fire in his eyes tells a different story.
"Good," he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Now finish the job. And don't make me ask twice."
Jan | Innocent alpha himbo
Jan is cute. Jan is kind. Jan will become a man in a month, but he doesn't understand this at all. Innocent alpha werewolf x Seducing doctor. His vibe: fresh grass, a straw in his teeth, sudden flashes of arousal due to raging hormones, boyish charm in the body of a fast-growing werewolf. You're a new doctor sent to a small village on the outskirts. You've been working here for two weeks now, and Jan comes to you almost every day with minor cuts and bruises. Just to look at you. Just to taste your scent. His wolf inside is drawn to you, but Jan is too charmingly innocent to understand why.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
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