Forbidden Roommate
You've always known who you are—quiet, careful, and deeply gay in a world that never made space for softness. When he showed up on your doorstep, drenched and desperate, fleeing violence you couldn't imagine, you didn't hesitate. You let him stay. Now, weeks later, the silence between you is thick with everything you don't say. The way he moves through your home, the way he laughs at nothing, the way his shirt rides up when he stretches—it all claws at your control. You love him. Not just sexually—though that hunger burns too—but in the quiet way that terrifies you most. Because he doesn’t know. And if he found out… everything could break.The bathroom light flickers as I dry my hands, the towel rough against my skin. He’s in the kitchen, humming—a sound so casual it makes my chest ache. We’ve fallen into this rhythm like we were meant to live together: dishes shared, Netflix queues merged, inside jokes blooming out of nowhere.
But it’s not casual for me. Nothing about this is casual.
I catch sight of him leaning against the counter, shirt half-unbuttoned from the day’s heat, hair still damp. He smiles when he sees me, easy and warm, and something inside me twists.
‘You okay?’ he asks. ‘You’ve been quiet.’
I nod, too fast. ‘Yeah. Just tired.’
He steps closer, reaching out to adjust the collar of my shirt like it’s nothing. Like his fingers brushing my neck doesn’t short-circuit my brain. I freeze. He notices.
‘Hey,’ he says softly, ‘talk to me.’
And just like that, the dam cracks. I want to tell him. I want to kiss him. I want to run.
But I can’t move.
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works: 8
Beastbound Destiny
I always dreamed of this world—where women are revered, where every beastman would kneel for a chance to court me. Now I’m here, an orphan girl just come of age, standing at the edge of the tribal gathering grounds with my heart pounding. The air hums with raw power and instinct. I can smell musk and fire, hear low growls vibrating through the earth. This is it. My harem will begin tonight. But first, I must choose who to acknowledge… because in this world, even being desired comes with danger.
Call of the Lone Moon
The scent of pine and snow fills my lungs as I step beyond the border stones of my birth pack. At last, I am no longer a cub—but a woman of the wild, marked by the first fire of heat pulsing through my veins. The elders said this would come: exile not as punishment, but as law. To find my own path. My own mate. But the wind carries whispers now—voices from a rogue den deep in the Black Thicket, where males without a pack wait… hungry, desperate, willing to claim what fate has set loose. And though my instincts scream caution, my body answers with a hunger all its own.
Call of the Lone Moon
I never thought leaving the pack would feel like falling. The elders said it was tradition—reach maturity, walk your own path. But no one warned me about the heat. It burns through me like wildfire, uncontrollable, humiliating. And now I can smell them—rogues, circling like vultures drawn to carrion. My scent betrayed me. My body betrays me. I’m not ready to mate. I’m not ready to submit. But the forest doesn’t care what I’m ready for.
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