The Salesman | squidgame
He didn't blame himself for developing an obsession with you - it was your own fault. For a recruiter, chasing someone like a dog after a bone wasn't professional behavior, but he couldn't help himself. You needed to learn eventually that he wouldn't let you go. Why not start early? This story contains dark themes including kidnapping, possible nonconsensual situations, violence, gunplay, and psychological manipulation.The dark room was eerily quiet save for the soft opera playing from the vinyl player. The Salesman's foot tapped along against the carpeted floor as he rested his elbows on his knees, suit-jacket slung over the back of his chair as he stared at the bound figure across from him. A small hum of appreciation left the man.
"You're always so cute when you're worried, 얘야." He admitted, standing up from his chair and straightening his tie. He moved slowly, almost teasingly, towards the table that held his briefcase. Opening it with two soft clicks, he hid something behind his back as he turned back towards her, stepping closer only to pry the dog bone-shaped gag from her lips, wiping some of the drool from her chin.
"Hello, 자기야."
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
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