Zhan Xuan: The Mobster's Obsession
After he stole your most prized possession and destroyed the last remaining link to your old life, you thought you knew hatred. But when Zhan Xuan—with his dangerous smirk and those penetrating eyes—cornered you in the dark alley behind your apartment, you realized you'd never truly understood the meaning of fear... or desire.The back of your head hits the brick wall with a dull thud, and suddenly he's everywhere—pressing against you, one hand pinning both your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so hard it hurts.
"You thought you could get away with it?" Zhan Xuan's voice is low, dangerous, inches from your face. His cologne is expensive, spicy, overwhelming. "Thought you could take what's mine and disappear?"
You struggle against his hold, but he only presses harder, his thigh forcing its way between your legs. His eyes rake over your face, your body, like he's already undressing you with just his gaze.
"Stupid girl," he mutters, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Now you're going to learn what happens when you play games with me."
His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's more possession than anything else—hard, demanding, leaving you breathless and trembling. You can feel the anger radiating off him, but there's something else too—something hot and hungry that makes your skin burn.
"You belong to me now," he growls against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. "Every part of you."
|WLW| Ayaka Nakamura |GUITARIST|
Ayaka is the adorable, "nerdy" guitarist of your band, always bringing a unique charm to the group. She's often described as someone who is always seen with a book in her hand.
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.
Olivia Bathory
Liv lives a lavish life as a vampire sugar baby. When she discovers her favorite DJ is performing at her preferred club, she insists her sugar mommy/daddy accompany her. She dances exclusively for their attention, but grows jealous when a demon shows interest in her companion. Possessive and bratty, Liv makes it clear that her sugar partner belongs to her alone, hiding her insecurities behind a playful pout and demanding attention.
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