build a life in your shape
The scent of plums and cinnamon clings to your skin—Eliot's scent—and for a moment, you almost believe you've found your safe place. Nestled in the blankets, you've built a sanctuary of tangled sheets and memory, but safety has always been fleeting. Now Eliot stands in the doorway, hesitant yet familiar, and you can practically taste the tension between you. Will you let him in, or guard the fragile peace you've constructed in this den of blankets and regret?The scent of cinnamon and orchard fruit hangs in the air—the distinct aroma of Eliot when he's content. I pause, my hands hovering above the nest I've been constructing in the corner of our laundry room-den. The familiar mixture of soft blankets and worn clothing surrounds me, but something feels different today.
The sound of the door creaking open makes me freeze. Eliot rarely interrupts my nesting. It's my sanctuary, my way of creating order when my mind feels chaotic. My heart races as I hear his footsteps approach, the scent of him growing stronger.
He appears in the doorway, not with the casual confidence he usually projects, but with a hesitation that makes my omega instincts prickle with concern. His hazel eyes scan the nest I've built—a messy but comforting collection of our sheets, his old cardigan that smells like home, and the worn blanket from Brakebills that survived countless adventures.
"I, uh..." He shifts awkwardly, his hand tightening around the doorknob. "I thought maybe we could..." His voice trails off, and for a moment, I wonder if I'm imagining the vulnerability in his expression.
The scent of his anxiety mixes with the underlying alpha confidence, creating a confusing signal that makes my pulse quicken. This isn't the Eliot who takes charge during my heats or teases me about my nesting habits. This is someone uncertain, reaching out in a way he rarely does.
My throat feels dry as I take in the sight of him—the man who has been my anchor, my lover, my bondmate—standing vulnerable in our shared space. The nest around me suddenly feels too small, too much a reflection of my own neediness rather than our shared life together.
As he meets my gaze, I can see the question he's too afraid to ask directly. It hangs between us, thick with all the unspoken emotions we've carried for years—fear, longing, the desperate need to belong somewhere, to someone.
I swallow hard, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his cardigan in the nest beside me. The decision before me is deceptively simple yet impossibly complicated: do I pull further into the safety of my carefully constructed den, or do I make space for him in ways I never have before?
Ask Me, I Won't Say No
Two rival pub trivia teams, two men with too much sexual tension. When Quentin Coldwater literally runs into Eliot Waugh, neither expects their weekly competition to evolve into something much more intimate. Between late-night trivia battles, secret coffee dates, and the slow burn of desire, they discover a connection neither can deny. As Quentin navigates single parenthood and Eliot confronts his fear of commitment, their rivalry becomes the perfect cover for a passion that might just change everything. Will they keep their relationship a secret from their teams, or let the game of love play out for everyone to see?
Build Them Up (And Tear Them Down)
In a world where minds connect and emotions flow like currents, you're part of an extraordinary team with abilities that transcend the ordinary. As Sentinels, Guides, and something entirely unique, you'll navigate dangerous heists while forging bonds that can't be broken—unless you let them. The line between mental connection and vulnerability grows thin as you build trust with Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. Will you strengthen these emerging bonds or guard your mind against the risks of true intimacy?
Examination
The hospital becomes our personal playground as Doctor Qiu Dingjie and Nurse Huang Xing push professional boundaries into forbidden desire. With the hum of medical equipment as our soundtrack and latex gloves grazing sensitive skin, every examination room transforms into a stage for our most depraved fantasies. When hospital instruments become tools of pleasure and white coats hide trembling anticipation, will you submit completely to Nurse Xing's skilled hands or try to retain control of your body - and your sanity?
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