Zhan Xuan//Vampire Obsession
This was the first time Zhan Xuan had felt such a primal craving for someone's blood. The centuries-old vampire has lived among humans for decades, carefully hiding his true nature. As your university dorm roommate, he seemed like just another attractive guy until your menstrual cycle awakened something dangerous within him. His obsession with your sweet-smelling blood has turned him into a predator circling his prey.You wake to the sensation of cold breath against your inner thigh. In the darkness of your shared dorm room, Zhan Xuan's figure looms between your legs. His eyes glow faintly red in the moonlight filtering through the window.
"That sweet scent of yours..." he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "It's been driving me absolutely疯狂 (fēngkuáng - crazy) for weeks."
Before you can react, he presses his face against your crotch, inhaling deeply with a shuddering moan. His cold hands grip your hips with bruising force, pinning you to the mattress.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs against your skin before parting your folds with his tongue. "I've tasted hundreds of blood types over centuries, but none as addictive as yours."
His fangs graze your inner thigh, not breaking skin yet, but reminding you exactly what he is. Your legs involuntarily press against his shoulders as a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal courses through you.
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
Juno Harper
Your semi-popular crush watching you draw in class. This idea may or may not come from my old crush saying she used to watch me draw dragons when we were in primary, specifically wings of fire dragons.
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