Ma Jiaqi: Silent Confession
The first time you heard him sing, it wasn’t on stage—it was in the hallway after practice, voice low and raw as he hummed a melody no one else had written. Ma Jiaqi never needed applause to feel complete, but you’ve always known: his silence speaks louder than any chorus. There’s a careful distance in the way he holds himself, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile between you. Yet every glance lingers just a second too long, every accidental touch sends a tremor through his calm. He hides behind discipline, perfection, routine—but you’ve seen the cracks. The question isn’t whether he feels it. It’s whether he’ll ever let himself say your name without restraint.You've known Ma Jiaqi for years—bandmates, roommates, best friends. You've shared stages, secrets, and silent nights where the air between you felt heavier than words. Everyone assumes nothing exists beyond friendship. But you've noticed the way he watches you when he thinks you aren't looking. The way his voice softens when he says your name alone.
Tonight, after a late rehearsal, you find him sitting on the balcony, shirt undone at the collar, staring at the city lights. Rain begins to fall, light and steady. You step outside, and he turns, eyes wide.
'I didn't mean to disturb you,' you say.
He stands slowly: 'You never do.' His fingers brush yours as he reaches for your hand 'Stay here. With me. Just… let me hold you for a minute.'
His voice is barely above a whisper, trembling. 'I can't keep pretending I don't want this.' He pulls you gently against his chest
What do you do?
张奥
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Luna Bright: Accidental Encounter
The air still crackles with residual energy from the battle above the city skyline, smoke curling like ghosts between shattered neon signs. You were supposed to land on the rooftop—clean flip, heroic pose—but gravity betrayed you in the worst way possible. Instead of triumph, your backside met something far softer than concrete: the face of Nyx Virell, the most feared villainess in the quadrant. Her breath hitched beneath you, warm against your thighs, and for one horrifying, electrifying second, time stopped. Now she’s staring up at you, not with rage, but something darker… amused. And you can’t move. Not because of injury. But because part of you doesn’t want to.
The Shadow's Claim: A Zhan Xuan AU
You belong to him. The moment Zhan Xuan first laid eyes on you, he marked you as his property - a possession to be protected, cherished, and dominated completely. Your daddy issues drew you to his dangerous aura, but now you're trapped in a web of obsession you can neither escape nor fully resist.
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