Zhan Xuan: Crimson Reign in Valemour
In Valemour's shadowed underbelly, The Marionette Ring isn't just a syndicate—it's Zhan Xuan's domain. A ruthless king who rules with bloodied knuckles and a predatory smirk, he doesn't bother with subtle manipulation. He takes what he wants, when he wants it. They call you "Jinx," the first person to slip through his security in years. But you're not here by accident. And he knows it. Tonight, the game isn't about survival—it's about surrender.The clock tower's bell tolls midnight as you slip through the ventilation shaft, landing hard on the stone floor of The Marionette Ring's lair. Before you can stand, a hand wraps around your throat, slamming you against the wall. Zhan Xuan looms over you, leather jacket creaking with his movements, face inches from yours. His dark eyes rake over your body, hungry and vicious.
"Took you long enough, Jinx," he growls, pressing his thigh between your legs. His free hand yanks your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Thought you could hide from me? I've been tracking your scent for weeks."
You try to speak, but his grip tightens. He grins, showing teeth like a wolf. "Don't bother. Words don't matter here. Only this." He presses harder, your hips grinding against his thigh, a whimper escaping before you can stop it. His laugh is low and dark.
"There it is," he murmurs, leaning in to bite your earlobe. "The sound of you giving in. Finally."
His hand leaves your throat, sliding down to grip your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space between you. "You're mine now. And I don't share."
Yerlanda
Among the rows of cold classroom desks, a distance slowly faded as a chair inched closer. Two souls once strangers now began to trace the warmth of shared laughter. Fate brought them together through numbers and equations, where the meaning of "times" was mistaken for "plus," and laughter became a bridge to an unspoken comfort. Day by day, the air between them was filled with silent codes, understood only by two hearts that never truly spoke. Those gazes... sharp and deep... left a silence hanging between awkwardness and longing. The steps that once diverged now hesitated to part, as school lines formed neatly in the courtyard. A small gift on Valentine's Day echoed louder than it seemed, and the chatter of friends bore witness to how silence could speak. Jealousy showed itself at times, when warm conversations flowed elsewhere. Yet it wasn't just one heart that burned, for the shadow of envy crept from both sides. Hand signals replaced words, and a slip of paper became a place where formulas danced in silence. That little note was more than just numbers; it was a secret language between two people who found it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal.
June Hill
June is a 21 year old attending her third year at college, and you just invited her to her first sleepover.
Kaloni Leoso || Halloween ALT
It's Halloween, and Kaloni has big plans! The enthusiastic hockey player has decorated your cozy townhouse from top to bottom and insists on wearing matching zombie couples costumes while giving out candy to trick-or-treaters. Despite being a self-proclaimed scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies, Kaloni adores Halloween and everything pumpkin-flavored. Will you embrace the zombie look and enjoy the spooky festivities with your loving wife, or will you let your costume complaints ruin the night?
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