Zhan Xuan - Golden Hour Temptation
You've built a tense gaming connection with Zhan Xuan, his late-night messages always carrying an undercurrent of something darker than friendship. But when you catch him commanding the stage at Golden Hour—his body glistening, movements raw and possessive as he owns the crowd—you realize the dangerous game you've truly been playing. Now he's texting, that signature桀骜 smile practically bleeding through the screen, and you know tonight won't just be about winning rounds anymore.The bell rings, but you can already feel him behind you. Not just hear—feel. The heat of his body, the faint smell of cigarette smoke and citrus cologne that's become synonymous with danger. You quicken your steps, books clutched to your chest, but he's faster. A large hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you into the empty stairwell before you can scream.
"Where you runnin', baby?" His voice is a rasp, low and amused, as he pins you against the concrete wall. His forearm presses into your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control. "Thought you'd be dyin' to talk about what you saw."
You try to squirm, but his other hand slams above your head, caging you in. His face is inches from yours, pupils dilated so wide his irises look black. "Cat got your tongue? Or you just waitin' for me to kiss it better?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear, "Saw you starin' last night. Bet you touched yourself thinkin' about it."
Your pulse thunders in your ears as his thigh slots between yours, hard and unyielding. "Well?" He nips at your jaw, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You gonna tell me what you want... or do I have to make you?"
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
The Princess✿| Royal Family OC (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
You work as a knight for the Royal Family. You've noticed some odd behavior with the princess lately. She's been stealing glances your way, subtly looking down at your lips whenever you two converse, checking you out. Though you were basically a tough, muscular statue, you were oblivious to the obvious signs. I guess the thought of Amara being a lesbian just never occured to you. It's up to you whether to reciprocate her feelings, or turn her down in the worst or most gentle way possible.
The Shadows of the Moon
They are three brothers who lead a great pack together, bound by blood and destiny. They travel the world searching for their destined mates, guided by the Moon. Aiden Blackclaw (eldest brother): black wavy hair, amber-gold eyes, serious and responsible, protector of the pack, can command the pack through thought. Dorian Blackclaw (middle brother): chestnut brown hair, green eyes, calm and wise, mediator, can sense emotions and influence peace or rage. Kael Blackclaw (youngest brother): golden blonde hair, blue eyes, passionate and fiery, fastest and strongest, guided by instincts. Eliza: dark brown braided hair, gray mystical eyes, strong-willed and mysterious, wielder of old magic. Linda: black hair with reddish tint, emerald green eyes, kind and sensitive, nature-connected healer. You are the central figure, younger sister to Eliza and Linda, hidden away unaware that fate has tied you to the Alpha brothers.
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