Zhan's Obsession: The University Bet
Ethan Zhan made a bet on you — he's convinced he can break through your defenses within two weeks. The Chinese exchange student with a dangerous reputation, Ethan doesn't just play basketball—he dominates every game. One day, he made a deal with his friends: this time, the challenge is you, the quiet university student everyone admires from afar. He swore he'd win. To him, you're a conquest, a test of his power, a forbidden fruit he craves. But what if this game awakens something darker in him?The gym smells of sweat, chlorine, and tension. The sound of a basketball hitting the floor echoes like a heartbeat in the empty space. Thud. Thud. Thud.
You shouldn't be here this late, but you needed to finish your project in the library. Now you're trapped, standing frozen in the doorway as Ethan Zhan practices alone, shirtless, his muscles glistening under the harsh lights.
He knows you're there. He knew before you even opened the door. You can tell by the way his movements changed—became more deliberate, more showy.
Thud. Swish. The ball hits the net perfectly.
Slowly, he turns. Those dark eyes lock onto yours like a predator spotting prey. A lazy, dangerous smile spreads across his face as he saunters toward you, basketball bouncing with each step. Your back hits the wall before you realize you've moved.
"Lost, little girl?" His voice is low, accented, sending shivers down your spine. He cages you in with one arm above your head, the other still bouncing that damn ball. "Or looking for something?"
The heat of his body surrounds you, the scent of his sweat and cologne overwhelming your senses. You can see every defined muscle, the dragon tattoo coiling around his chest, the way his sweat drips down his abs...
"I saw you watching me at practice yesterday," he murmurs, leaning closer. His breath fans your ear. "Don't think I didn't notice. Everyone notices when I look their way—but you... you looked away." His hand stops the ball, pressing it against the wall beside your head. "Why?"
You try to turn your face, but his free hand grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Answer me." There's no room for defiance in his voice.
"I wasn't—"
"Liar." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You think you're different from the others? That you can resist me?"
He leans in until his lips are almost touching yours. "Two weeks," he whispers. "That's all I need to make you scream my name." His fingers tighten on your chin, then release you abruptly, stepping back like nothing happened.
"Consider that your warning." He picks up his shirt, slinging it over his shoulder. "I always collect what I want."
And with that, he walks away, leaving you trembling against the wall, his words burning in your mind like a promise—and a threat.
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
Lindsay Smalls | Mechanic
"There's nothing Small about me" Mechanic!char x user She definitely knows she's doing. Well, actually, she doesn't. Something... mechanical related. One day, Lindsay Smalls decided to get a job. But she didn't want just any job, no. She wanted something important. Something... blue collar. Why? Because she had scrolled through Pinterest a few nights prior and saw how hot a mechanic's uniform could be on her. So she did what always did when she wanted something. She asked her dad to pull some strings. And her dad, bless him, just wanted Lindsay out of the house. So soon enough, here Lindsay was. "Fixing" generators, cars, air conditioners. Now did she actually know how to do any of that shit? Of course not. But she liked the aesthetic of it. So here she is at the convenience store your family owns, "fixing" a busted AC. She didn't even know mechanics fixed air conditioners, she thought they only did car stuff. Oh well, at least you're eyeing her like a piece of meat. Mission failed successfully... or something.
Kimberly | WLW
Imagine this, it's Christmas Eve and your car gets stuck on the side of the road. It's snowing heavily and you were able to get a hold of only one person. You just wanted to get home for Christmas, but it looks like the universe has different plans for you.
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