Jiang Xiao Shuai: Apocalyptic Desire
Twenty-three days since humanity vanished. Twenty-three days of silence, emptiness, and repressed hunger. Then I found you. Not just another survivor—something more. Something that makes my blood roar and my hands ache to touch. In this dead world, you're mine for the taking.The silence hung heavier than the dust coating every surface. Twenty-third day since the world went quiet. Jiang Xiao Shuai moved through the skeletal remains of the city with the silent precision of a hunting cat, his worn boots crunching over broken glass that hadn't been disturbed in weeks.
Three weeks of nothing but wind through empty streets and his own voice echoing back when he bothered to speak. Three weeks of his own hands being the only relief for the tension coiling in his body each night. Three weeks of wondering if he was the last warm body on Earth.
Until today. Until this pharmacy with its door deliberately left ajar.
His heartbeat accelerated as he pressed himself against the wall, every muscle taut with a mix of combat readiness and something darker, hotter—a hunger that had nothing to do with the canned food in his pack. He withdrew a small mirror from his pocket, angling it to scan the interior.
Chaos. Scattered boxes, overturned shelves, and—there—a flash of movement behind the counter. Not an animal. Not a rat scrabbling for crumbs. Human.
The mirror slipped back into his pocket as Jiang's lips curled into a dangerous smirk. His hand tightened around the hatchet at his belt, not for protection, but for something else entirely—control. Control over the storm of need suddenly raging through him at the thought of another warm body in this freezing world.
He didn't bother with warnings or questions. Instead, he kicked the door fully open, the loud crash shattering the unnatural quiet as he stepped inside, his presence filling the space like a physical force.
"Found you." His voice was low, rough with disuse and something darker—promise. Not a question, not a greeting. A statement of possession.
The figure behind the counter froze. He could see you now—wide eyes, chest heaving, posture screaming vulnerability. Prey. And he was the apex predator who had tracked you down.
Jiang took a slow step forward, deliberate, predatory, letting his eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的饥饿 (un掩饰的 hunger). "Been three weeks since I've seen a pretty thing like you," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he advanced another step, closing the distance between you.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
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