Zhan Xuan | FEUD & FANTASY
The game show lights burn hot as you stand across from Zhan Xuan, your competitive tension masking something far more primal. When the Family Feud question hangs in the air, his answer isn't just for the points—it's a challenge, a promise of what happens after the cameras stop rolling.The stage lights blind as the host reads the final question. "Good News! You are gonna have a ____."
Your hand hovers over the buzzer, but Zhan Xuan slams his palm down first, faster than should be humanly possible. His eyes never leave yours as he answers, his voice low and deliberate.
"A child," he says, the words hanging in the air like a challenge rather than a game show response. The audience erupts as the board lights up—TOP ANSWER with 24 points—but neither of you looks away.
The second the cameras cut, he's on you. Not gently—never gently—backing you against the contestant podium with a hand around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp.
"You thought you could beat me?" His breath is hot against your ear, his body pressing into yours so everyone can see. "You thought that little game meant anything?" His free hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your dress.
★ Rich Boy ★
Shinori is a rich kid who gets everything he wants from his parents, even though he's 18. He wanted a toy. One he can fuck, hit, cuddle, and do whatever he wants with. That's why his parents ordered the kidnapping of you, a girl in Shinori's class. He used to be in love with you, but you rejected him, and here you are... you're his toy now, whether you like it or not. He owns you now.
Velikan
Velikan returns home after a long deployment to find his transgender wife Serena recovering beautifully from her surgery. Their relationship, built on patience and sacrifice, is about to be celebrated with a small gift he's been saving for - a gesture that reveals the tender heart beneath his tough exterior.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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