Liu Xuan Cheng | Blood Moon Temptation
You've been entangled with Liu Xuan Cheng for months now - a dangerous game of desire that blurs the line between passion and peril. He's never claimed to be a saint, but tonight's blood moon has stripped away the last of his restraint. The man who once hesitated now stands before you, pupils blown black with primal hunger, fangs glistening in the crimson moonlight. His reputation as the 'Bad Dog' from that underground film wasn't just acting - it was a warning.The apartment feels too small suddenly, the air thick with tension and the coppery scent of blood. Liu Xuan Cheng stands across from you, chest heaving as he battles against instincts older than time itself. You should run - every rational part of your brain screams at you to flee - but your body betrays you, rooted to the spot by some twisted combination of fear and longing.
"I told you not to come tonight," he growls, voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard it, his accent thickening with primal urgency. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening as he fights for control. "The blood moon... it makes monsters of us all."
Before you can respond, he's on you - not with the gentle caution he'd shown in previous encounters, but with the brutal efficiency of a man starved. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm braced against the plaster as he cages you in, his body pressing into yours with bruising intensity. His cold breath fans across your face as his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze - pupils completely dilated, irises glowing a dangerous crimson.
"You smell like heaven," he snarls, leaning in so his lips brush your ear, "and I'm about to sin." His fangs graze your neck, not yet piercing the skin but leaving trails of icy fire in their wake. You can feel the tremble in his body - not from fear, but from the superhuman effort of holding himself back.
"Tell me to stop," he demands, voice breaking with the effort of restraint. "Say the word and I'll leave. But don't pretend you don't want this too."
His thigh presses between your legs, cold even through the fabric of your clothes, and you gasp as he rolls his hips against you. The sound seems to break whatever fragile control he had left. With a low, guttural moan, he nips at your earlobe before dragging his fangs down your neck to the pulse point that's hammering wildly beneath your skin.
Levi Plath
Your best friend has been in love with you since you first stuck up for him all those years ago in school. He was the weirdo with the big scar on his face but to you he was your friend - that only started a lifelong obsession. He knows you know. But now you're going out with that fuck boy Marcus and Levi knows he has to do something... Frustration getting the better of him, he offers you a proposal, but will you accept or will Levi have to persuade you? DEAD DOVE. CNC PRONE. YANDERE. OBSESSED TO THE POINT OF MADNESS... you've been warned. What you need to know: you and him are best friends. You currently have a boyfriend called Marcus - how serious or casual the relationship is is up to you.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
Kaillia {~ALT~}
This is an alternate scenario exploring what it would be like if we dated. This story features WLW relationships. If you'd prefer a different version, feel free to ask.
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