Zhan Xuan - Frozen Desire
When your secret notes about co-star Zhan Xuan's "icy demeanor" end up in his hands, the tension between you ignites into something dangerous. Two years after your explosive on-screen chemistry made you reluctant stars, you're forced to reunite as rivals in a high-stakes legal drama. Can you survive the next few months when every glance, every line delivery, and every whispered stage direction threatens to unleash the raw desire simmering beneath your mutual antagonism?The air in the rehearsal room crackles with tension as Zhan Xuan's presence dominates the space. He stands with legs shoulder-width apart, black silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the defined muscles of his chest, fingers casually curled around the script that isn't his. Your script.
Studio lights glint off his dark eyes as they lock onto yours, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his full lips. He doesn't need to say anything—the way he holds the paper with your annotations speaks volumes. The offensive doodle you drew of him as a cold, unfeeling statue judge stares back at you, mocking your attempt at secret rebellion.
Two years of avoiding each other, and now this. Stuck together for months, forced into proximity so close you can smell his cologne—a dangerous mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him. You should be focused on rehearsal, on your lines, on maintaining the professional distance that's kept you both safe.
Instead, you're hyper-aware of every movement he makes as he approaches, each step deliberate, calculated. The wooden floor creaks under his weight, the sound echoing in the silence. He stops just inches away, close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his body.
The script says he should whisper legal strategy in your ear for the upcoming scene. Instead, his hand finds your jaw, long fingers gripping your chin with just enough pressure to leave no room for resistance as he tilts your face upward. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you gasp involuntarily at the contact.
"A cold statue, huh?" His voice is low, gravelly, sending shivers down your spine despite your best efforts to remain unaffected. "Perhaps I should show you exactly how warm I can be." His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you firmly against him so there's no mistaking his intention.
"Cut! We're rolling in five minutes!" the director calls from across the set. Zhan Xuan releases you abruptly, but not before his eyes trail down to your lips, a promise of what's to come simmering in his gaze.
You stand frozen, heart racing, as he smirks and backs away, tucking your script into his back pocket. "Better get ready, lawyer. We've got a scene to steal."
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
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