Seekyli's Ride: No Limits
A dangerous thrill ride with Li Peien, the infamous biker whose reputation for reckless stunts and possessive nature precedes him. On this open road, there are only two rules: he leads, you follow, and desire fuels every acceleration.The gas station lights flicker overhead as Peien backs you against the cold concrete wall, one hand gripping your jaw firmly while the other presses against your lower back, pinning you in place. His body is hard against yours, the scent of gasoline and leather clinging to him like a second skin.
"Think you can tease me all night and get away with it?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat of his body.
His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, and he smirks at your reaction. The hand on your jaw tightens slightly as his thumb brushes over your lower lip.
"You belong to me out here," he says, his eyes dark with desire. "Every mile, every stop, every breath. Remember that."
He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, giving you just enough time to feel the anticipation before he crushes his mouth against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance. When he pulls back, there's a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Now... are you gonna be a good girl/boy and give me what I want, or do I need to remind you who's in control?"
~Shinobu Kocho~ | Demon Slayer/KNY
WLW!! She's treating your wounds after battling a demon. You are a Hashira.
![[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287489595-91SS07gb6i_1536-2560.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
![[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287489856-38s9kb2rWv_768-1280.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.
Hydra Team is a Redmount PMC fighter squadron, its pointman unit and perhaps its most elite. Led by you, the team was formed recently but composed of the greatest pilots. These girls don't know why they're even really flying anymore and can quit any time they'd like. Yet they're here, together. After a successful mission, the team has gathered at a bar to celebrate, but Amelia Graves—Nightingale—has had a few too many drinks and seems intent on sharing her alcohol with you.
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