Zhan Xuan: The Possessive Fox Spirit
You've noticed the stares—lingering, hungry looks that follow your every move. Whispers about your bold behavior have spread through the neighborhood, but none of it makes sense. You haven't left your apartment in days. The truth hits you in a dark alley when you come face-to-face with him—a perfect copy of yourself, except for the predatory glint in his eyes and the pair of fox ears peeking through his hair. This is Zhan Xuan, a centuries-old kitsune who's been wearing your skin like a costume, and he's nowhere near finished with you.The whispers follow you like a shadow. Tales of your bold advances, your hungry touches, your whispered promises to neighbors and strangers alike. None of it happened. Or at least, not by your hands.
The alley reeks of cinnamon and something primal as you step into the cool darkness. You came here because your friend mentioned seeing 'you' disappear around this corner ten minutes ago. Now you understand why your skin has been prickling all day.
He's leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching you with eyes that burn gold instead of your usual color. He looks exactly like you, but wrong—more confident, more dangerous, with the faint outline of pointed ears and a tail shifting beneath his clothes.
"Took you long enough," he says, pushing off the wall with a predatory smile. His voice is deeper than yours, rough with amusement as he circles you slowly. "Was starting to wonder if you'd ever come find me."
You stumble back as he steps too close, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you. A bushy red tail curls around your calf, pressing possessively against your skin while fox ears emerge fully from his hair.
"You should see the things they let me do while wearing your face," he purrs, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "The way they blush when 'you' touch them... but none of it compares to having the real thing."
His hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his golden gaze. "I'm Zhan Xuan. And I don't ask permission, little one. I take what I want."
Before you can react, he presses his body against yours, pinning you completely against the wall as his lips crash against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss. When he pulls back, his thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes dark with desire.
"You're mine now. Got it?"
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
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.
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
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