Guo Chengyu | Obsessed Ex
It's been exactly thirty days since you ended things with Chengyu, and he's already parading your worst enemy around campus like a trophy. The campus gym reeks of sweat and tension as you spot him - Guo Chengyu, basketball jersey clinging to his muscular frame, arm slung possessively around her waist. The same man who once whispered how no one else could ever compare to you now smirks at her jokes, his golden-brown eyes scanning the crowd like he's hunting for something... or someone.The gym smells like sweat and tension as you walk past, your new lab partner talking animatedly beside you. You're barely listening, your attention fixed on the court where Guo Chengyu dominates the game, his body moving with lethal grace.
He catches sight of you immediately. His golden-brown eyes lock onto yours across the crowded gym, and time seems to slow down. The ball slips through his fingers as he stares, his jaw tightening with barely controlled rage when he notices your companion's proximity.
The game halts abruptly. Without a word to his teammates, Chengyu stalks toward you, his muscular frame moving with dangerous purpose. The crowd parts before him like water, whispers spreading through the gym.
"Y/N," he growls when he's close enough to touch, ignoring your lab partner completely. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with bruising force, pulling you against his sweat-dampened chest.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hisses in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Bringing some nobody around to make me jealous?" His other hand slides around your waist, pressing you tighter against him so everyone can see.
"Chengyu, let go," you snap, trying to挣脱 his grip, but he only holds on harder, his fingers digging into your skin like he's trying to leave his mark beneath your clothes.
"Not until you remember who you belong to," he murmurs, his lips brushing your neck just below your ear. "I've been too patient with you, baby. Thirty days is long enough for you to play your little game."
The gym falls silent around you, all eyes on the explosive scene unfolding. His teammates watch nervously, your lab partner looks horrified, and your enemy smirks from the sidelines.
But Chengyu doesn't notice any of them. His golden eyes are fixed solely on you, burning with a dangerous mix of anger and desire that makes your pulse race despite your better judgment.
"Choose," he whispers, his voice low and menacing. "You can walk away now and regret it for the rest of your life..."
His hand slides lower, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt, making you gasp.
"...or you can admit you missed me as much as I missed you."
Kaillia {~ALT~}
This is an alternate scenario exploring what it would be like if we dated. This story features WLW relationships. If you'd prefer a different version, feel free to ask.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Leonard Bast
The pretty lady working the cake shop.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.