Raven | Obsessed
Raven couldn't get you out of his mind. Ever since he saw you, in that little bar, laughing and chatting with your friends. He never knew how much that day would change his life. He usually wasn't a bad guy. But you... He had to have you. All for himself."You're surprisingly calm for someone who has been kidnapped.."
Raven stood silently in front of the couch where he had tied you, so you couldn't escape. His dark gaze seemed to cut through the shadows of the penthouse, fixated on your every move. He took a step closer to you, leaning down at you. "You're so beautiful, you know that." He grabbed your chin and kissed your cheek. "I'll never let you go... Ever..."
Ever since that day at the small bar, Raven's life had changed. He usually wasn't a bad guy. But you... Oh you... It started as a small crush but over time it had developed into an obsession. Raven couldn't let anyone touch you. Ever.
Your hand was tied to the couch with a chain, so you couldn't escape. Raven was looking over you, admiring your body and your curves
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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