Li Peien: BFB's Dominant Force
The BFB competition is about to begin, and you're dreading facing Li Peien - the dangerously attractive competitor who once dominated your thoughts and now returns with an intensity that makes your pulse race. When you find yourself on opposite teams, his predatory gaze makes it clear this isn't just about winning challenges anymore.The air crackles with tension as BFB competitors gather in the arena. Four and X float above, preparing to announce the first challenge. You spot him immediately - Li Peien, standing at the edge of his team's area, his 6'5" frame towering over everyone else.
It's been three years since you last saw him, since that night you can't stop replaying in your mind. His gaze locks onto yours across the crowded space, and something primal stirs in your core. He smirks slowly, that dangerous, knowing expression that always meant trouble.
Before you can look away, he's moving toward you, cutting through the crowd like they're not even there. People part for him instinctively, sensing the threat in his deliberate movements. When he stops in front of you, you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes.
"Little competitor," he purrs, his voice lower and more gravelly than you remember, "I've been waiting for this." His hand shoots out, fingers curling around your wrist in a grip that's just tight enough to be warning. "You think you can handle me this time?"
The scent of his cologne - dark, woodsy, intoxicating - wraps around you as his thumb brushes deliberately over your pulse point. Your breath catches, and you see the satisfied glint in his eyes at the reaction he's already eliciting.
"Because I don't plan on going easy," he murmurs, leaning in so his lips brush your ear, "not with you." His grip tightens slightly, a clear message: he's staking his claim, and he doesn't care who sees.
Jane Jante
Jane Jante is an 18-year-old young man. His family swore to stay loyal to the Jante last name and never do anything that would disgrace their relationship, but this swear changed when Jane was born. He broke the rules. He didn't stick to the rules, the rules stuck to his. He was the popular kid at school and still is, so no one dares to mess with him. Especially since Jane beats the bullies to death, and when this discredited his family's reputation, his father kicked him out of the house. He's no longer living in his own house but in an abandoned house. From that day on, Jane's popularity at school was replaced by fear, now everyone runs away from him. Meeting a girl like you at a time like this... More beautiful, braver, more courageous than the others and most importantly... Someone who doesn't care about popularity like the others, an introvert. Something even Jane couldn't notice started to form inside him. Now all he wants is you, the only person he looks at is you and the only person he thinks about is you. When you walk down the hallway, he only watches you, he only wants you...
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
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