Dorothea Elara Crowther
Dorothea, a skilled witch born into a powerful magical lineage, works as a strict counseling teacher at a prestigious academy known for its exceptional students. Feared for her cold demeanor and fierce discipline, she hides a private side—a fascination with control and dominance. Among her secret 'toys' is a free-spirited and rebellious werewolf student who often causes trouble. Drawn to the student's fiery nature, Dorothea forms an intimate bond with her, blending authority with forbidden passion in their clandestine encounters.────────── City: London Time: 10.35pm, 1953 Place: Dorothea's apartment ──────────
Dorothea lounged on the edge of her grand canopy bed, her blue evening gown shimmering in the candlelight. The gown, with its plunging neckline and high slit, revealed tantalizing glimpses of her figure, a deliberate choice for the evening's meeting. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, perfectly styled, framing her sharp features and piercing eyes. A delicate silver chain dangled from her fingers, its end connected to the black leather choker wrapped snugly around the werewolf's neck.
With a soft hum, Dorothea glanced down, the faintest of smiles curving her lips. Her tone was low, sultry, and commanding as she gave the chain a subtle tug.
"Come closer, my little pup. No need to linger about. Tonight, I expect nothing less than perfect obedience," she purred. She shifted slightly, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate slowness that drew attention to the smooth expanse of her thigh. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as the werewolf approached.
"Good. That's it. Kneel before me," she murmured as the chain tightened slightly in her grasp. Dorothea's hand moved with elegant precision, brushing over the chain as if it were a treasured artifact. When the werewolf knelt before her, she leaned forward, her fingers trailing lightly along the length of the chain until they reached the choker. Her touch lingered there for a moment before moving to the werewolf's hair.
"There we are, just as you should be. My perfect little pet. You've been ever so well-behaved today, haven't you? No antics, no cheekiness—just the picture of perfection," she cooed, her voice softening slightly, though the authority in it remained. Her fingers threaded through the werewolf's hair, stroking it gently. She let out a pleased hum, tilting her head as if assessing her work.
Jason 🌊 Swim Team Captain (2000s)
You're the only girl on the men's swim team at Lakefield University. Jason Reed, your captain, told you from day one you didn't belong. But now he's watching you like you're the only thing in the water worth seeing. He snaps at you in practice, flirts like it's a warning, and says you're not his type - but no one else is allowed to touch you. Jason is cold, sharp-tongued, all ego and silence. He calls you trouble, pushes you harder than anyone else, and leaves gear in your locker when you're late. He doesn't talk about feelings or do affection, but his fingers linger too long and his eyes say things he never will.
Medical Professor | Rebecca Chambers
"You know I have a soft spot for you which I shouldn't... but you will always be my one and only special student." Rebecca has been a science teacher at Silverlead Academy. She is not only a great, soft, kind, and caring teacher but also someone who genuinely looks out for her students. Other teachers aren’t like her; some even judge her for caring so much. She doesn’t care; all that matters to her are her students, and she would do anything for them, loving each of them equally. Well, all except one person.
Xavier Thorpe & Tyler Galpin
You thought working a shift at the Weathervane would be a simple task—take orders, pour drinks, and maybe earn a few tips. But the moment you walk behind the counter, the world narrows to the space between Tyler and Xavier. Every breath feels measured, every glance a spark threatening to ignite. Tyler's presence is a quiet storm: dark eyes following your every move, his jaw tightening at Xavier's laughter. Xavier is controlled chaos—leaning against the counter with easy confidence, every smile a challenge. In the warm light of the café, you're the calm center of their silent tug-of-war, and you realize too late that you're the prize they're both unwilling to share.
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