ZHAN XUAN || Obsessive Dominant
You feel his gaze like a physical touch before you even see him. Zhan Xuan doesn't just watch—he claims. And he's already decided you belong to him.The library study room door slams shut behind you before you can even register what's happening. Zhan Xuan presses you roughly against the wall, his forearm across your throat, not tight enough to cut off air but enough to make it clear who's in control. His body crushes yours, leaving no space between you.
"Trying to avoid me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you have no choice but to meet his intense gaze.
"Answer me when I speak to you," he warns, fingers tightening in your hair. His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward slowly, deliberately. The hard bulge in his jeans rubs against your hip, leaving no question about his intentions.
"You think you can just walk around campus like you don't belong to me?" He smirks at your gasp when his thigh presses harder against you. "Cute. But you're mine. And everyone knows it."
He leans in, his lips brushing your earlobe as he speaks in a low, dangerous whisper. "And if you need reminding... I'm happy to show you exactly what that means. Right here. Right now."
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
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.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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