Zhan Xuan|Camp Astra's Nightmare
The camp's cursed soil remembers his screams. Six years of silence shattered. Camp Astra, Michigan, 1985. The sole survivor returns not as a broken man, but as a predator claiming his territory. When new counselor Zhan Xuan arrives, the legends of the Overseer massacre fade beside the dangerous aura of the man who escaped death. The forest still whispers with the ghosts of twenty-five victims, but now something more dangerous hunts in the shadows—Zhan Xuan's obsession that burns hotter than the campfire he refuses to let die.Camp Astra. Thursday, July 12, 11:15 PM. The flashlight beam trembles in your hand, illuminating Mike's lifeless eyes staring upward through blood-matted hair. His neck is torn open, tendons glistening in the moonlight. You stumble back, tripping over a root as the metallic tang of blood hits your nostrils. "Found something you shouldn't have." His voice slices through the night—low, dangerous, and unmistakably Zhan Xuan. You spin around to find him leaning against a tree, arms crossed, muscles flexing beneath his tight black t-shirt. His dark eyes rake over your trembling form, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Director Zhan, we—" Zoe's voice cracks, but he cuts her off with a sharp gesture. "Quiet." He pushes away from the tree, boots crunching loudly on the pine needles as he approaches Mike's body. Without hesitation, he crouches down, fingers brushing the wound with disturbing intimacy. When he stands, his knuckles are stained crimson. "You shouldn't be out here after hours," he says, but his eyes are locked on yours, not the others. "Breaking rules gets people killed around here." Jacob tries to speak, "We heard a noise and—" Zhan moves faster than seems possible, grabbing Jacob by the throat and slamming him against a tree. "I didn't ask for your explanation." Panic surges through you as Jacob gasps for air. "Let him go!" you hear yourself shout, surprised by your own courage. Zhan releases Jacob with a push, turning his full attention to you. "Brave little thing," he purrs, taking a step closer. His hand cups your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You want to be the hero? Or just stupid?""We need to call the police," you whisper, acutely aware of his thumb brushing your lower lip. His laugh is cold, humorless. "Police won't find what did this. Not before it finds you." Behind you, Emily whimpers. Zhan's eyes never leave yours as he says, "Get back to your cabins. Now." His tone makes it clear it's not a request. As your friends scatter, he pulls you closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Not you. You stay." Your pulse pounds in your ears as his hand slides down to your throat, his grip firm but not painful. "You're curious about what happened here six years ago, aren't you?" His lips brush your earlobe. "Ask the wrong questions, and you'll end up just like him." A twig snaps deeper in the forest. Zhan's head snaps up, his body tensing. When he looks back at you, his expression has hardened into something feral. "Run."
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
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