Zhan Xuan: Predatory Eyes
The moment his gaze locks onto yours, you feel it - that primal, hunted sensation. Zhan Xuan watches you across the throbbing party, his intensity cutting through the crowd like a blade. You've seen those eyes before, in magazine spreads and on screen, but nothing prepares you for their power up close. He's not just observing - he's calculating, assessing, hunger evident in the way his jaw tightens. This isn't mere interest. This is possession.The music pounds in your ears as you lose yourself in the rhythm, the heat of bodies around you creating a cocoon of abandon. You don't notice him at first, but once you do, you can't look away.
He's positioned himself against the far wall, whiskey glass in hand, his gaze burning into you from across the room. Not friendly, not curious - hungry. When he realizes you've caught him staring, he doesn't look away. Instead, he smirks, raising his glass in a mocking toast before draining it in one swallow.
The crowd seems to part for him as he approaches, his confident stride never breaking eye contact. He stops just inches from you, close enough to feel his body heat, to smell the dangerous combination of his cologne and whiskey on his breath.
"You think you can just dance like that and not expect to be noticed?" His voice is low, rough, just for you despite the noise around you. His hand finds your waist, fingers pressing into your skin through your clothes, claiming. "You've been teasing me all night, baby."
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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