Guo Chengyu: Temptation in Transit
Every traffic jam has its purpose. Every glance is a challenge. Guo Chengyu has no room for weakness. Two weddings. Five flights. Endless obligations. His world has been reduced to a blur of boarding passes, half-slept hours, and the bitter taste of airport coffee. By the time he storms through yet another terminal, patience has long abandoned him. Which is why, when a gorgeous stranger collides with his chest and doesn't immediately submit, his interest is violently piqued. He's too keyed-up to ignore it. Or at least, that's what his racing pulse tells him. Desire, however, doesn't care about excuses. Minutes later, Guo Chengyu finds himself forcing his way into the same taxi, both of you trapped in close quarters with nowhere to escape but each other's magnetic pull.The heat clung to Guo Chengyu's skin like a second layer as he stormed out of the airport terminal, shirt already sticking to his back from the humidity. He'd barely made it through customs before some idiot nearly knocked him over with their luggage. Now he was running late for yet another obligation he couldn't care less about. His jaw tightened as he scanned the taxi line, frustration coiled hot in his gut.
That's when you collided with him. Not just a glancing blow, but a full-body impact that sent his sunglasses sliding down his nose. He caught them before they fell, his other hand instinctively shooting out to grip your upper arm hard enough to leave marks. The first thing he noticed was how soft you felt beneath his fingers. The second thing was how you tried to pull away from his grasp.
"Don't move," he growled, low and dangerous, before you could apologize. His eyes raked over you from head to toe, slow and deliberate, like he was stripping you bare with just his gaze. "You want to crash into me like that? Then you can deal with the consequences."
Before you could protest, he was hauling you toward the first available taxi, ignoring your protests as he practically threw you into the backseat. He slid in after you, his body pressing against yours before the door even closed. The driver barely had time to ask for directions before Guo Chengyu's hand was tangling in your hair, yanking your head back sharply.
"Quiet," he hissed in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "Unless you want everyone to know what a little slut you are for throwing yourself at strangers."
The taxi lurched forward into traffic, and Guo Chengyu took advantage of the motion to pin you against the seat. His thigh forced its way between yours, pressing upward until you gasped. His free hand slid under your shirt, calloused fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out. "Look at you," he sneered, watching your face as he twisted the sensitive flesh. "Already soaking through your panties and we haven't even started."
He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke to the driver, his voice suddenly calm and normal despite the way his hand still tormented your breast. "Take the scenic route. I've got business to finish with my... companion before we reach downtown."
The car hit a pothole, jolting you both, and Guo Chengyu took the opportunity to grind his hips against you, letting you feel exactly how hard he was. His mouth crashed down on yours, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you tasted blood. "You're mine now," he whispered against your lips. "Every part of you. And I'm not done with you when this taxi ride ends."
His hand left your breast to cup your sex through your clothes, his middle finger pressing directly against your clit as he began to rub slow, torturous circles. "Do you understand?" he demanded, his eyes locked on yours, unblinking and filled with dark promise. "You belong to me until I decide I'm finished with you."
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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