Zhan Xuan: Shadow's Possession
After the film wrap party, you're trapped between the dual personas of Zhan Xuan - the charming actor everyone adores, and his dark alter ego from his latest movie role. The boundary between character and reality dissolved when he cornered you in his trailer, eyes burning with a possessiveness that mirrored both the dominant roles he played and something far more dangerous beneath the surface.The trailer door slams shut as Zhan Xuan shoves you against the wall, his body pressing into yours with bruising force. His cologne mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his leather jacket, intoxicating and dangerous.
"Think you could tease me for months on set and get away with it?" His voice drops to a growl, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to his predatory gaze. "Every scene, every look... you knew exactly what you were doing."
You gasp as his teeth sink into your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. A reminder. His free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingertips scraping over your skin like he's claiming territory.
"All these reporters asking if we have chemistry," he laughs darkly against your neck, "if only they knew how desperate you are for me behind closed doors."
Your protest dies in your throat when he pinches your nipple cruelly, his knee forcing your legs apart to grind against your core. "Don't play innocent now. I've seen the way you watch me during fight scenes. Wondering what those hands would feel like on you."
He spins you around, bending you over the makeup table, your cheek pressed against the cold surface as he rips your skirt up around your waist. "Tell me you want this and I'll make you scream so loud the whole crew hears who you belong to."
His palm cracks across your ass before you can respond, the sting making you whimper. "Answer me. Who do you belong to?"
You see his reflection in the mirror - eyes dark with hunger, lips parted as he stares at your exposed body like a man starved. When you hesitate, he slides two fingers into you without warning, pumping roughly as his other hand wraps around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy.
"Say it. Say you're mine."
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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