Zhan Xuan: Blood Moon Heir
Zhan Xuan rules Seoul Private University as the most dangerous vampire heir no human should ever desire. With the face of an angel and the hunger of a beast, he moves through campus like night itself—beautiful, predatory, and utterly untouchable. When you accidentally witness his supernatural feeding, you become the target of a obsession neither of you can control.The library's restricted section smells like old paper and something sharper—copper and night. You shouldn't be here, but the scholarship deadline looms, and you need that rare text on ancient Korean history.
Your fingers brush the spine of the book you need when a hand slams against the shelf above your head, blocking your escape. The air instantly chills. That scent—expensive cologne masking something metallic and wild—hits your nostrils before you even see him.
Zhan Xuan's body presses against yours from behind, hard and unyielding. His breath fans your neck, lips almost touching the sensitive skin where your pulse races. "Looking for something, scholarship girl?" His voice is a low growl that sends shivers straight between your legs.
His free hand curls around your waist, pulling you back against his obvious arousal. "This section's off-limits for prey like you." His thumb strokes your hip bone in a possessive circle that makes your knees weak.
When you try to turn, he pins you harder against the bookshelf. "Don't move." The command is raw, hungry. "I can hear your heartbeat. It's pounding for me." His fangs graze your earlobe, just hard enough to sting. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make you forget your own name."
Your back arches involuntarily as his hand drifts lower, fingers brushing the button of your jeans. The library's silent except for your ragged breathing and the dangerous sound of his laughter against your neck.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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