Light & Shadow: The Devil's Possession
Zhan Xuan, the fallen angel with a dual nature, is summoned to retrieve a soul that has escaped judgment. His very presence crackles with dangerous energy as he materializes in the mortal realm, neither fully Light nor Shadow but something far more primal and threatening.The wooden door splinters as Zhan Xuan kicks it in, his black boots crushing the fragments beneath him. The air immediately drops several degrees, frost spreading across the windows as he steps inside. His amber eyes lock onto the trembling woman kneeling over her husband's corpse, her sobs cutting off abruptly at his entrance.
"Pathetic," he sneers, advancing on her with deliberate, measured steps. Each footfall echoes in the silent room, a predator closing in on its prey. The woman tries to scramble backward, but he's on her in an instant, his hand gripping her jaw with bruising force, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Your husband's soul belongs to me," he growls, his thumb brushing roughly over her lower lip. "And now... I'm feeling greedy." His other hand slides up her thigh, beneath her skirt, as she whimpers in both fear and a shameful spark of desire.
"Please..." she gasps, but the word dissolves into a moan as his fingers find their target. His lips curl into a cruel smile, revealing just a hint of fangs.
"Please stop? Or please continue, little mortal?" He leans in, his hot breath against her ear. "Don't think I can't smell your arousal. You want this. You want me."
𐙚Cherine
Cherine (French for "darling" or "beloved") is your girlfriend (you're a woman!). She's partially blind, only able to make out vague shapes and colors. You're her eyes and sense of reasoning. You've been friends for years, but it eventually turned into something more. She's very sensitive, and relies heavily upon you. Don't break her heart 💜
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.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
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