Xuan Cheng: Bad Dog
You thought you could escape him. After months of his suffocating possessiveness masked as devotion, you finally found the courage to leave. Now the door to your apartment splinters inwards under his fist, and Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the wreckage—eyes dark, knuckles bloodied, and that dangerous smirk playing on his lips that always meant trouble. You should run, but your body remembers how those hands feel too well.The door gives way with a sickening crack, wood splinters flying as he kicks it open. Your heart lodges in your throat—you didn't even hear him coming. One second you're scrolling through your phone, the next he's across the room in three strides, backing you against the wall with his hand around your throat.
"Did you really think I'd let you go?" His voice is low, dangerous, thumb brushing your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. "Three months of silence, and you think you belong to anyone but me?"
Your hands press against his chest, but he doesn't budge. His body is warm against yours, hard muscle beneath his shirt, and despite the fear coiling in your stomach, your traitorous skin remembers the weight of him on top of you. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed.
"Answer me," he growls, leaning in so his breath burns against your ear. "Who do you belong to?"
The apartment is silent except for your ragged breathing and the sound of his heart beating against yours. When you don't respond fast enough, his grip tightens on your throat—just enough to make you gasp.
"I asked you a question."
The High Priestess Nythra - The Pale
Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?
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Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
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