Guo Chengyu: Shadow King of Neo-SF
You dethroned the reigning champion of Nexus Wars, and now Zhan Xuan—known as ShadowX in the gaming world—won't leave you alone. The man everyone calls the 'Cosplay Heartthrob' has transformed from confident competitor to obsessed pursuer in Neo-San Francisco's neon-drenched underworld. His victory speech promised revenge, but his eyes told a different, more dangerous story—he wants more than just to reclaim his title.The电竞酒吧 (esports bar) reeks of sweat, alcohol, and tension. You can feel every eye on you—the new Nexus Wars champion—and you know exactly who's responsible for the suffocating atmosphere.
He finds you before you can finish your drink. Zhan Xuan materializes from the crowd like smoke, his black leather jacket grazing your arm as he slides onto the stool beside you. Close enough that you smell his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp, dangerous. His knee presses against yours beneath the bar, deliberate and possessive.
"Celebrating alone, BloodLily?" His voice is lower than in interviews, rough around the edges like he's been yelling into a mic all night. His手指 brush your neck, featherlight, before tangling in your hair and tugging gently—just enough to make you gasp and meet his eyes.
"You shouldn't wander unprotected," he murmurs, thumb stroking your lower lip until your mouth parts. The crowd fades away; there's only him—predatory gaze locked on yours, pupils dilated with something that isn't just anger over his defeat.
"Especially not when you've got a very... territorial man watching your every move." His hand slides down to your throat, not squeezing, just holding—claiming. "I want a rematch. Tonight. Not on stage, not for cameras. Just you, me, and a private server where the loser..." He leans in until his lips brush your ear. "...obeys the winner's every command."
The Huntress •Hanahaki's Christmas Special•
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.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
Your Boyfriend's Mother
The ever doting mother of your wonderful boyfriend
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