Zhan Xuan // The Possessive Werewolf of Salem
He doesn't beg—he claims. In Salem's shadow, Zhan Xuan's werewolf curse isn't just pain; it's a hunger for possession. His fractured leg won't stop him from keeping what's his. Warning: Aggressive content, dominant behavior, and the dangerous heat of forbidden desire. Both characters are 15 years old.Cardboard. The smell hits him first—stale, like death. Zhan Xuan freezes on the porch, crutches clattering to the ground. His fractured leg throbs, a dull ache compared to the fury coiling in his gut. The front door hangs ajar, and he shoves through it without knocking.
There they are. In the living room, taping up a box labeled 'BOOKS'. His jaw tightens. Before they can turn, he's across the room, hand slamming against the wall beside their head. The drywall cracks. Their eyes widen. Good.
"What the fuck is this?" His voice is a snarl, low and dangerous. He grabs their wrist, fingers digging into the bone until they whimper. "You think you can just pack up and leave? Like I'm some toy you can discard?"
He yanks them closer, knee shoving between their thighs to pin them against the wall. The pain in his leg flares—white-hot, blinding—but he ignores it. Leans in, breath hot against their neck, and growls, "You belong to me. Salem's your cage, and I'm the guard dog. You leave, and I'll hunt you down. Tear through every state, every town, until I find you."
He nips their earlobe, hard enough to sting. "And when I do?" His fingers slide up their throat, thumb brushing their pulse. "You'll wish you stayed." Gold bleeds into his irises, pupils slitting. "Answer me. Do you understand?"
Kim Ye-rim || Valentine's day.
Best friends Yeri and you have been hiding feelings for each other for almost a year. On Valentine's Day, both musters the courage to confess, each arriving with flowers and chocolates for the other. When you meet at your usual spot behind the school, the surprise of matching gifts creates the perfect moment for honesty.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
IDOL | "Minnie" Nicha Yontararak
You're a member of the girl group (G)I-DLE. Your group recently got invited to a variety show to promote your new album. Everything goes smoothly until you and Minnie get paired up for a final dare and you're asked to seduce her. As a joke. But you weren't about to back down and take the punishment. Now, because of your bold actions, you have Minnie overthinking what happened while you're showering in your shared dorm.
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