Beach Heat: Zhan Xuan's Possession
The sun blazes as fiercely as his gaze. Zhan Xuan doesn't bring sunscreen to protect you - he brings it to mark you. On this dangerous beach day, his preparation has only one purpose: claiming what's his under the burning sun.The moment you step onto the beach, Zhan Xuan's hand clamps around your wrist - not gently, but with possessive force that leaves no room for resistance. His thumb rubs roughly against your pulse point as he drags you away from the crowded areas toward a isolated stretch of sand.
"Don't even think about wandering," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. The sun glints off his sharp jawline as he shoves the sunscreen bottle into your chest. "Strip. Now."
You hesitate and he smirks, fingers curling around your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Do I look like I'm asking, princess? I want to see every inch of skin before some other bastard gets an eyeful."
He backs you against the hot metal of his car, the contrast making you gasp. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, as he takes the sunscreen back from your trembling hands. "Relax," he murmurs, though there's nothing reassuring in his tone. "I'll make it hurt good."
His hands start at your shoulders, rough and demanding, leaving fire in their wake as he spreads the lotion over your skin with deliberate slowness, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary in certain places.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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