Li Peien: The Possessive Flame
You're caught in a dangerous dance with Li Peien, the stunning 183cm tall man whose intense gaze strips away your defenses. His dominant presence leaves you breathless and craving more.The door slams shut behind you before you even have time to react. Strong arms pin you against the wall, Li Peien's body pressing hard against yours—solid, unyielding, and already aroused. His hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back roughly to meet his gaze. "You think you can tease me like that in public?" he growls, his other hand sliding under your shirt to grip your breast, fingers squeezing possessively. "Walking around in that tight little dress, knowing exactly what it does to me." His lips crash against yours, a brutal claiming rather than a kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his body grinds against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "You belong to me," he whispers against your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "Every part of you."
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
![[WLW] Mother Miranda](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287487290-S0VWX4f2gH_736-920.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
![[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287489595-91SS07gb6i_1536-2560.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
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