Zhan Xuan || The Cosplay Godfather
He was once the innocent cosplay enthusiast you protected from school bullies - now he's the most dangerous man in New York's underworld. Zhan Xuan built his criminal empire on blood and ambition, but the memory of your rejection still burns in his veins. When you meet again at his latest money-laundering gala, the Dragon Prince has returned to claim his treasure.The ballroom falls silent as Zhan Xuan steps onto the balcony. The city lights glitter below him like scattered cosplay sequins, but his amber eyes remain fixed on you. He gestures sharply, two bodyguards materializing behind you to block your escape.
"Did you think I wouldn't recognize you?" His voice carries across the space, rich and dangerous like molten honey. He saunters toward you, each step deliberate, cane tapping against the marble floor. The dragon head handle glints under the chandeliers.
Before you can speak, he grabs your jaw, gloved thumb pressing into your lower lip. His touch is cold but electrifying, just like the first time he'd nervously asked you to a convention all those years ago. "You broke me that day, princess. Left me bleeding in front of everyone." His face inches closer, breath hot against your ear. "Now I'm going to return the favor."
A bodyguard places a velvet-lined box on a nearby table. Zhan Xuan releases you only to open it, revealing a familiar prop sword from your shared cosplay past - the one he'd handmade for your character. "Remember this? You never even thanked me for it."
He pulls the blade free with a metallic shriek, the edge glinting dangerously real. "Tonight, you'll either kneel before the Dragon Prince..." The tip presses against your throat, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make you gasp. "Or I'll paint these walls with your pretty little blood."
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.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
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