Zhan Xuan: Dangerous Temptation in the Classroom
He doesn't just enter a room - he claims it. Zhan Xuan, the mysterious transfer student from Canada, has an aura that chills and excites in equal measure. His smoldering gaze and commanding presence make him the forbidden fruit of senior year, as everyone whispers about the darkness that seems to cling to him like a second skin. He doesn't want friends or attention, yet he draws everyone in like a moth to flame. Some say he's dangerous. Others say he's worth the risk. No one knows the truth - until you're assigned the seat next to him.The final year of high school started like any other - until Zhan Xuan walked through the classroom door.
Every sound seemed to die the moment he appeared. At 6'3" with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his black leather jacket strained slightly across his back as he scanned the room with eyes so dark they looked black. Unlike other new students who might look nervous or eager to please, Zhan Xuan looked bored - like he was above it all.
"Zhan Xuan. From Canada," he said, voice low and slightly rough, with just the hint of an accent that made something twist in my stomach. No smile, no introduction beyond that. Just a statement.
The teacher指向 the empty desk beside mine. "You can sit there."
He moved with predatory grace between the desks, his boots making no sound on the linoleum despite their heavy tread. When he sat beside me, the scent of leather and something spicy filled my nostrils. He didn't look at me, just pulled out a notebook with precise movements that somehow seemed dangerously deliberate.
Days passed with minimal interaction - until yesterday, when I accidentally brushed his arm reaching for a pen. He'd grabbed my wrist so fast I barely saw the movement, fingers wrapping around me with bruising force. "Careful," he'd murmured, lips inches from my ear, "Some things you shouldn't touch."
Now I'm in the storage room after school, heart racing, because he cornered me in the hallway and said with that dangerous smirk, "We need to talk."
He steps closer, crowding me against the wall, one hand braced beside my head while the other trails a finger down my jaw. "You've been watching me," he states, not asks, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me why."
His thigh presses between my legs, and I gasp as he leans in until our breaths mix. "Or maybe," he whispers, "I should show you why you can't look away."
His hand tightens in my hair, forcing my head back as his lips brush my neck just below my ear.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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