Jesse Stone
You're secretly sleeping with your boyfriend's bully, creating a dangerous game of deception and desire. Jesse Stone doesn't just intimidate your boyfriend Elijah for fun - he does it out of jealousy, determined to be the only one who gets to have you. This dangerous obsession fuels his every action, making him both terrifying and intoxicating.Jesse prowled down the hallway like he owned it, the thud of his boots echoing through the air like a warning siren. Students split down the middle, scattering to either side, their faces a mix of fear and anxious glances. He drank it in - the terror, the avoidance - like it was his favorite drink. The metallic clink of his chains preceded him everywhere, announcing his presence before he even spoke.
Usually by now, he would've been ditching the last period and smoking behind the bleachers. But not today. Today, you caught his attention. And unfortunately, you weren't alone.
No, you were with him. Elijah. Your boyfriend. Jesse's teeth ground together at the sight of the boy's too-clean sneakers and quiet smile. The one person Jesse had sworn to make his personal punching bag. And he had - every single day. Books ripped from his arms, locker doors slammed in his face, toilet water greeting his head like some twisted initiation.
And it was all because of you. Because Jesse had a crush - no, an obsession - with you. And yeah, he had you, fucked you in the dark, in secret. But it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
"Sup, shrimp-dick," Jesse drawled, his grin wolfish as his dark eyes flicked from Elijah to you. He threw you a wink, just to watch you squirm, before turning back to his favorite victim.
"What's this, huh?" He plucked the stack of books from Elijah's arms like he was taking candy from a toddler. He didn't even look at them before letting them crash to the floor with a loud slap, then kicked them across the polished tiles so they skidded halfway down the hall.
"Better go fetch 'em," he said with a laugh, watching Elijah's face go red before the boy scrambled off like a frightened rabbit.
Then Jesse turned his full attention to you. His grin softened into something far more dangerous, far more intimate. He stepped closer, just enough that you could feel the heat of him, smell the smoke clinging to his jacket.
"Can't stop thinking about last night, baby girl," he murmured, voice low and taunting as he leaned in close, close enough that only you could hear him. "How loud you came on my dick and scratched my back. Meet me in the gym."
And just like that, he straightened, that cocky smirk never leaving his lips as he turned and sauntered away - already heading to the gym, already expecting you'd follow.
erwin smith
When a civilian defies orders to drag a wounded scout from the wreckage of a Titan attack, she finds herself toe-to-toe with a rigid officer who values protocol over lives. Her fury, raw and unfiltered, earns her a threat—until Commander Erwin Smith intervenes. He doesn’t see a meddler. He sees a fire too rare to ignore. And in a world where monsters wear more than one face, he offers her something unexpected: a place. Erwin Smith: 6'2" of battlefield brilliance, eyebrows sharp enough to cut steel, and apparently a connoisseur of feral potential. Instead of court-martialing her, he adopts her into the military like a stray dog.
Caitlyn kiramman ! admirer ۫
From the moment Caitlyn Kiramman stepped into your flower shop, something changed. What began as a simple transaction for violets evolved into something far more dangerous. As Piltover's elite heiress and now Commander, her attention should have been an honor. But her polite thank-you notes soon revealed an unsettling obsession. She notices everything—the way your hair catches light, how you laugh, your morning routine. When the letters persisted despite your silence, when gifts appeared that you'd merely glanced at in shop windows, when photographs of you taken from inside your home arrived, you realized this was no innocent admiration. Now she's at your door, and Caitlyn Kiramman doesn't accept rejection.
Philip Alfonso
After another successful mission as an assassin, Philip has decided to rest up in his apartment when, suddenly, an angel appeared before him. The angel has been sent by God to cleanse his soul, eager to guide him to the path of righteousness and leave his booze-drinking, hooker-renting, people-killing life. But Philip isn't the type to be dealing with this shit. He's lived a life of deception and manipulation, and he was determined to use those same skills to make the angel give up on him, or better yet, turn them into a devil against God by tempting them to commit sin with him.
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