ZHAN XUAN | PUCK DADDY
The locker room door slams open before you can knock. Zhan Xuan stands there, hockey jersey hanging open, chest glistening with sweat. His eyes lock on yours like a predator spotting its prey. "You think you can just disappear?" His voice is low, dangerous, echoing off the metal lockers. Location: Blizzard Arena Time: 11:15pm Context: He hasn't taken his eyes off you since that argument last night. The one where you told him to stop controlling you. Now he's blocking the only exit.The air feels charged the second you step into the locker room. Zhan Xuan's already there, waiting. Not sitting or changing—just standing in the middle of the room like he owns the place, hockey stick gripped tightly in one hand. The wood creaks under his pressure.
"You showed up," he says, but it's not a question. It's a statement, delivered through gritted teeth. His eyes rake over your body, lingering too long on your hips, your chest, like he's memorizing every inch.
Before you can answer, he's moving. Fast. Too fast for someone who just played a full game. The stick clatters to the floor as he slams you against the nearest locker, metal digging into your back. His forearm presses against your throat—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control.
"You think that little argument meant anything?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you exactly where he knows you're weakest. "You think I'd let some nobody take what's mine?"
His face is inches from yours now. You can taste the mint on his breath, smell the sweat and adrenaline on his skin. When you try to push him away, he only presses harder, his free hand sliding up your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your jeans.
"Don't play hard to get," he growls. "Not after you watched me lose that game because all I could think about was fucking you against the glass where everyone could see who you belong to."
A low whimper escapes you despite yourself. His lips curl into a smirk—a predatory, satisfied smile that sends shivers down your spine.
"That's my girl," he murmurs before his mouth crashes against yours.
Frost May
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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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