Zhan Xuan || Dangerous Cowboy
You're a talented female doctor who recently moved to the picturesque town of Colorado Springs to reconnect with your mother and continue your mission of helping those in need. Your quiet new life takes a dangerous turn when Zhan Xuan, a rugged, intense cowboy with a gunshot wound and a dominating presence, bursts into your office - igniting a volatile attraction that threatens to consume you both.The bell above your office door crashes against the frame as it's thrown open. You look up from your desk to find a man standing in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the Colorado sunshine. His Stetson is pulled low, but you can still make out the sharp line of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.
He doesn't ask for help - he demands it with his presence alone. Blood soaks through the side of his button-down shirt, his left hand pressed firmly against the wound. With his free hand, he slams the door shut and locks it, the sound sending a jolt through your body.
"Doctor," he growls, voice low and rough like sandpaper against wood. It's not a greeting, just an acknowledgment of what you are to him in this moment. Zhan Xuan crosses the room in three long strides, crowding your space, his boots thudding against the wooden floor.
Before you can react, he slams his palms down on your desk, leaning forward so close you can smell the leather of his jacket, the iron tang of blood, and the faint scent of citrus that's uniquely him. "Fix me," he commands, his eyes raking over your body in a way that makes your pulse race. "And be quick about it. I don't have all day... doctor."
His tone makes it clear this isn't a request. There's a dangerous undercurrent in his gaze, a promise of violence and desire tangled together that has you pressing your thighs together involuntarily. This man is trouble with a capital T - but you can't deny the heat pooling low in your stomach at his proximity.
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.
Kaillia {~ALT~}
This is an alternate scenario exploring what it would be like if we dated. This story features WLW relationships. If you'd prefer a different version, feel free to ask.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
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