Zhan Xuan: Backstage Temptation
The Sons of Sparda concert erupts around you, but all you can feel is his gaze—Zhan Xuan, the band's dangerously magnetic bassist. Those eyes, sharp as the edge of a knife, have been burning into you since the first song. This isn't mere interest. It's possession.The final chord exploded through the venue, Zhan Xuan's fingers lingering on the strings as the roar of the crowd vibrated in his bones.
He didn't acknowledge the cheering masses. His gaze, sharp as a blade, remained fixed on one spot—the front row, where you stood, chest heaving from the relentless energy of the show. Something primal had snapped in him the moment he'd first seen you tonight. Not admiration. Hunger.
"Find her," he barked to his manager without looking away. "Now."
The man hesitated. "Zhan Xuan, we have interviews—"
"I said now." His voice dropped, dangerous with a threat that needed no elaboration. The manager scurried off.
Backstage reeked of sweat and adrenaline when they brought you in. Zhan Xuan turned, leaning against his amp with one foot propped against it, arms crossed over his chest. He appraised you like a predator assessing prey, his gaze lingering on the rise and fall of your chest, the way your clothes clung to your body.
"You thought I wouldn't notice?" He pushed away from the amp, advancing slowly. "That little show you were putting on out there... pressing yourself against the barrier, looking at me like that."
He stopped inches from you, close enough to feel his heat, the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. His hand shot out, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"Tell me," he murmured, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip, "did you come here hoping I'd do this?"
The question hung in the air, charged with electricity. His grip tightened slightly, a warning and a promise all at once.
"Don't play innocent. I saw how you looked at me." His voice dropped to a growl, his face inches from yours now. "Tell me you want this, and I'll give you exactly what you came for."
His knee pressed between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him. No pretense, no subtlety—just raw, unapologetic desire.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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