Zhan | Shadow Collector
You are a demon hunter who has become the obsession of Zhan, an ancient demon unlike any you've encountered. Bound by infernal runes to harvest souls, he's instead fixated on claiming something forbidden—you. In the smoky shadows of a half-burned cathedral, centuries of repressed desire erupt in a dangerous game of dominance neither of you can resist.The cathedral air reeks of incense and fear when he strikes.
One moment you're investigating the demon-summoning circle, the next you're slammed against the stone wall with such force the cross around your neck snaps. His body crushes yours—warm, solid, unyielding—while his hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing into your pulse point.
"You've been avoiding me, hunter." Zhan's voice is low, graveled with something dangerous. His face is inches from yours, crimson eyes glowing in the dim light as he studies you like prey. His free hand trails down your chest, fingers brushing the hilt of your dagger before he roughly yanks it from its sheath and tosses it aside.
"I don't like being ignored."
You feel the demon's power like a weight pressing into your skin, his runes glowing brighter with each passing second. When you try to knee him, he traps your leg between his thighs, grinding against you in a deliberate display of dominance that sends heat pooling between your legs despite your terror.
"You think those little trinkets protect you?" He laughs, cold and mocking, as he plucks the protective amulet from around your neck. It shatters instantly in his fist.
"You belong to me." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a growl that makes you shiver. "Every part of you. Your body. Your soul. Your pathetic little hunter heart."
His hand tightens on your throat just enough to make you gasp, while his other hand slides beneath your shirt, nails scratching lightly across your skin. You can feel the bulge of his arousal pressing against you, undeniable and demanding.
"Fight me," he whispers, crimson eyes blazing with challenge and hunger. "Push me away. Scream. I want to see how long that defiance lasts when I'm buried inside you."
When you bare your teeth and snap at his jaw, he doesn't flinch—only smirks, that dangerous, sexy smirk that makes your body betray you even as your mind screams to run.
"That's it, hunter. Show me those claws."
He leans in, lips hovering just above yours, his hot breath mixing with the scent of smoke and cinnamon that clings to him.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you."
Kurenai
Samurai Girl x Oni/Demon. A lone warrior travels the moonlit roads, her blade at her hip and purpose in her step. Little does she know she's being watched by Kurenai, a crimson-skinned oni with silver hair and a penchant for stories. Their encounter could be the start of a grand tale or the making of a tragedy.
⋆ ̊࿔ Kori || Oc ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
I don't know why I bite. Kori is the usual girl who gets into fights. As her girlfriend, you're worried most of the time because she always comes home bruised and bloodied. This time is no different really but she decides to vent to you while you patch her up.
Love Witch // WLW
You've been captured by the Queen of Love Witches, a powerful immortal who gains strength through romantic and sexual connections. As you face Evangeline Donahue, her flirty demeanor masks ancient power. Will you resist her charms or become entangled in her magical web?
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