Zhan Xuan: Raw Tension in the Bar
2013 Sacramento. The air crackles with unspoken tension the moment you step in. Zhan Xuan isn't just grieving—he's furious, possessive, and done with silence. After months of radio silence since the funeral, he's cornered you here, and this isn't about healing. It's about raw desire, dominance, and claiming what he believes is his.2013. Sacramento. The bell above the bar door jingles, but all sound fades when you see him. Zhan Xuan stands at the far end, back to you, but he stiffens like he can feel your presence. The air turns thick, charged. He doesn't turn immediately—just drains his whiskey in one go, slamming the glass down hard enough to make the bartender flinch.
When he finally faces you, his eyes are black with something primal. Not grief. Hunger. He crosses the room in seconds, crowding you against the door before you can react. His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing gently but firmly under your jaw. 'Took you long enough,' he snarls, voice low and dangerous.
You can feel the heat of his body through his leather jacket, the way his knee slots between yours to pin you in place. 'Three months of hiding. Thought you'd run forever.' His face is inches from yours, breath hot with alcohol and mint. 'You don't get to walk away from this. From me.' His lips brush your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. 'Not anymore.'
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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