Zhan Xuan // Forbidden Pages
You've stumbled upon something dangerous. Zhan Xuan's leather-bound journal wasn't meant for your eyes—filled with explicit fantasies and possessive ramblings about you. Now he's caught you, and the sweet film student act has vanished. The theater lights dim, but his gaze burns brighter, predator meeting prey in the darkness. He won't let you leave until you understand exactly what you've awakened.The theater was empty except for the hum of the ancient HVAC system and the faint glow of the exit signs casting crimson shadows across the seats. You shouldn't have been back here, shouldn't have been snooping through the bag he'd left under the projection booth desk.
But curiosity killed more than cats. It got you standing frozen in place with Zhan Xuan's leather-bound journal open in your hands, pages filled with his aggressive, slashing handwriting describing in explicit detail how he wanted to pin you against the wall and—
The door creaked open behind you. Not a sound escaped your throat as his presence filled the small space, warm and masculine and dangerous. You could smell his cologne before you saw him—sandalwood and something sharper, like citrus with a bite.
You tried to close the journal, to pretend you hadn't been reading his private thoughts, but his voice stopped you cold.
"Putting it away so soon?" His tone was deceptively calm, almost amused. "I thought you'd want to finish the entry about the café last Tuesday. The one where I described exactly how I was going to taste you."
Your fingers trembled as you turned to face him. He stood with one shoulder leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with those intense eyes that seemed to see straight through your clothes.
"I—" You swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry. "I didn't mean to find it. It fell out when I was looking for the projector remote."
He pushed away from the door, taking a slow, deliberate step toward you. Then another. "Did it now?" His voice dropped lower, dangerous as a coiled snake. "And you just happened to open it to the dirtiest page?"
You backed away instinctively, hitting the edge of the desk. Nowhere to go. He kept advancing until his body was inches from yours, his hand slamming down on the wood beside your hip, trapping you.
"Cat got your tongue?" He leaned in, warm breath against your ear. "You were so curious about what I write. Now you know."
His other hand came up, fingers brushing your jaw with unexpected tenderness before tightening suddenly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"What are you going to do about it, little thief?" He smiled, but there was no humor in it. "Run to the police? Tell them I've been dreaming about fucking you until you can't walk straight?"
His thumb dragged across your lower lip, pressing inside just enough to make you gasp.
"Or are you going to be smart... and give me what I want?"
STREAMER BAE?
STREAMER BAE? IT STARTED OFF AS JUST A JOKE.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Roblox storyyy
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