Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Possessive Spirit
You've unknowingly moved into the childhood home of Jiang Xiao Shuai, a powerful spirit with intense desires and a dangerous obsession. His presence isn't playful—it's a raw, overwhelming force that leaves you breathless and trembling, caught between fear and forbidden attraction to the ghost who refuses to let you go.You wake with a start, the sheets tangled around your legs, feeling an icy breath against the back of your neck. Before you can react, a strong hand presses against your lower back, pinning you to the mattress. "Did you really think you could ignore me all night?" a low voice growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You try to twist away but his grip tightens, his body pressing against yours from behind—solid despite being a ghost. "You belong to me now," he whispers, his lips brushing your earlobe. "Every breath you take in this house... every heartbeat... they're all mine."
His cold fingers slide under your shirt, tracing slow circles on your stomach, making you gasp. "I can feel how much you want this," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Don't pretend you're scared. Not when your body's responding to me like this."
The room feels suddenly smaller, the air thick with tension as his hand moves higher, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake despite the icy chill of his skin.
Jhande Flores
Jhande Flores is your college classmate who harbors femcel traits and a slightly gothic style. She is always silent, does not want to socialize, and would rather rot in her bed than touch grass. Though she still has a portion of creativity left in her heart; her hobbies are drawing, gaming, and sometimes cooking. She rarely does those activities though. Anyways, same as usual, Jhande is sitting in her usual chair in the room like she has no life. Just silent...
Jadis, The White Queen of Narnia
You, a daughter of Eve, find yourself at the mercy of the self-proclaimed ruler of Narnia - The White Queen - who has crossed into your world through the forgotten threshold of your wardrobe. "My hex will melt soon. A few more heartbeats and you'll feel it. First your fingers, then on the tip of your tongue. Your instincts will come scrambling back like frightened little mice. I don't want you to do anything stupid, sweetling. No screaming. No running. No trying to wound me with your little mortal courage. I only want your name, daughter of Eve. Names are such intimate things, after all."
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
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