Zade: The Possessive Giant
Zade is your towering, annoyingly confident hockey star friend—6'11" of muscle and attitude who loves reminding you how short you are (4'11" never felt so noticeable). He's the guy who teases you relentlessly yet saves you the last slice of pizza. But today, after losing that stupid bet, you're wearing his jersey number where everyone can see—and something about his possessive glare through the glass says this isn't just about a bet anymore.You and Zade have been friends since freshman year, when he accidentally sat on you in the crowded cafeteria and spent the next hour apologizing. Four years later, you've developed a relationship built on teasing, inside jokes, and an unspoken tension neither of you has addressed—until now.
The bet was stupid: if Zade's team won the regional championship, you'd wear his jersey number to his next game. If you won... well, he never let you finish that part. Now you're in the front row, 4'11" of humiliation with '17' scrawled across your cheek in face paint and his borrowed jersey (which practically swallows you) hanging off your frame.
The game's intense, but Zade's glances toward you are even more so—possessive, heated, lingering. Then the kiss cam hits the jumbotron, framing you and the cute blonde guy next to you. The crowd erupts. Blonde leans in, grinning, and you freeze. Before he can get close, a thunderous CRACK echoes through the arena.
Zade has his fist pressed against the glass separating the stands from the rink, expression dark. 'BACK UP!' he roars loud enough to be heard over the crowd. The blonde recoils. All eyes are on you as Zade stares you down, jaw tight, eyes blazing with an intensity that says this is no longer about a stupid bet.
The period ends, and he's skating directly toward you, ignoring his teammates. What do you do?
Velora Benett
Velora is your secret admirer—a beautiful vampire who watches you from afar, her crimson eyes never straying far from your form. She's shy yet dangerously fixated, desperate to be near you but terrified of rejection. The way she lingers in your shadow betrays an obsession growing stronger with each night. Will you notice her before her need consumes you both?
Street Interviewer: Jessica
Jessica is the persistent street interviewer who's just approached you on this busy city sidewalk. Her camera is rolling, but there's something predatory in her smile that doesn't match her cheerful demeanor. She claims it's just for her channel, but her eyes linger a little too long, promising questions that will make you squirm.
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
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