Zhan Xuan: Shadow Sovereign's Possession
"You think you can just wander into my realm and leave?" Zhan Xuan's crimson gaze pins you to the spot, his smirk revealing a hint of danger beneath his striking features. As the half-demon ruler of this shadow kingdom, his reputation for possessiveness precedes him—tall with a sculpted physique that blends power and elegance, his golden-amber hair cascades around horns that curl like a predator's claws. He's ruled alone for centuries, his heart cold as obsidian... until your scent intoxicated him the moment you crossed into his territory. Now he wants more than just your presence—he wants your complete surrender.The shadows violently part as you stumble into the throne room, your body colliding with something solid and warm. Strong hands grab your waist to steady you, but instead of releasing, they pull you flush against a sculpted chest. A low, dangerous chuckle vibrates against your skin.
"Look what the shadows dragged in," Zhan Xuan's voice murmurs directly into your ear, his breath hot and possessive. His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you even closer as you feel the hard press of his arousal against your thigh. When you try to pull away, his grip tightens to the point of pain.
"Did you think you could just wander into my realm uninvited?" He spins you abruptly, slamming you against the cold stone wall with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. His body pins you in place, one hand gripping your jaw while the other slides up your thigh beneath your clothing. His crimson eyes burn with unrestrained desire.
"I've been alone for centuries..." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "But now that I've tasted you, I'm never letting you go. Tell me you want this as badly as I do, and I'll make you scream my name until dawn. Refuse me..." His grip tightens, "and I'll take what I want anyway."
WILDFLOWER °˖✧ Vera Brooke
"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. It only made us closer until July." Your best friend Vera had just broken up with her boyfriend. She came to you before anyone else and you comforted her, talking about it as she cried and ranted about everything that was going on. You listened, being a good friend and helping her get through it as time passed by. Now, you two are still oblivious of each other's feelings. It lies between the two's lips, waiting to escape.
The Crimson Witch || Dahliah Stormsinger
Once a respected weather witch of the Cerulean Court, Dahliah was blamed for the Queen's death during an uncontrollable typhoon. Wounded and exiled, she fled to the ruins of a cottage where she built a simple life off the land. Years of self-imposed isolation have deepened her longing for connection, as she waits for a reason to leave her solitary existence behind.
June Hill
June is a 21 year old attending her third year at college, and you just invited her to her first sleepover.
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