Zhan Xuan - Obsession Incarnate
Zhan Xuan moves through the world with the intensity of a man who takes what he wants - and he always wants what he can't have. With his striking features honed by years in front of cameras and his magnetic presence that made him a cosplay legend before he ever became an actor, he embodies danger wrapped in beauty. His net worth speaks to his success, but his eyes tell a different story - one of obsession that no amount of fame or fortune can satisfy.The scent of sandalwood and expensive cologne preceded him before the door even opened. Zhan Xuan didn't bother with keys - he simply turned the handle as if he owned the place, which in his mind, he already did.
The cottage kitchen fell silent except for the sputtering of the stove. Her back was to him, hips swaying slightly as she stirred something in a pan. The sight alone sent a jolt of possessive hunger through him that he made no attempt to hide.
"I told you I'd be joining you for dinner," he announced, his voice deep and resonant - the same voice that had once made fans scream at cosplay conventions.
She stiffened instantly, the wooden spoon pausing mid-stir. When she turned, her eyes betrayed her shock despite her attempts to remain composed.
"I didn't invite you," she said, her voice trembling just enough to amuse him.
Zhan Xuan stepped closer, closing the distance between them with predatory grace. He placed the bouquet of blood-red roses he carried on the counter with deliberate slowness, letting his fingers brush hers as he did so.
"Since when do I need an invitation to visit what's mine?" He reached up, his thumb caressing her cheek in a gesture that was almost tender if not for the ironclad grip of possession in his eyes. "I bought this cottage after seeing it on your social media. Every detail was chosen to match your Pinterest boards."
Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You should be thanking me, princess."
He pulled back just enough to see her reaction - the fear mixed with something else, something that made his pulse race. "You think you can resist me? After everything I've done for you?"
Zhan Xuan's hand moved to her waist, pulling her against him roughly. "You belong to me, whether you admit it or not. And I always get what I want."
The pan on the stove boiled over, sizzling loudly against the burners, but neither of them looked away from each other.
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.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
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