my heart restarts, my life replays
After trauma shattered their connection, Eliot and Quentin share a bed, a body, but not words. The Monster took Eliot's body and Quentin's voice, leaving them with physical intimacy that burns bright but fragile - a connection without communication. Now Quentin is ready to reclaim more than just physical release. In the silence between heartbeats, can Eliot help him remember not just what they did, but who they are to each other? An intimate journey of healing through vulnerability, where touch speaks louder than words and trust becomes the most dangerous - and necessary - spell.The apartment feels too quiet as I follow Quentin up the stairs. Kady's smirk and Alice's deliberate indifference linger in my mind like ghosts of normalcy. We've been sharing a bed, sharing bodies, but not sharing words—not about the things that matter. Not about The Monster. Not about what he did with my hands, my voice, my body.
Quentin leads me straight to our bedroom—the one space that remains untainted by memories of possession. It's not a home yet, but it's ours. Books and records and clothing scattered across borrowed furniture, creating islands of familiarity in a sea of uncertainty.
I expect him to kiss me hard, to erase the space between us with urgency as we always do. Instead, he stands there, running his hands through his hair, biting his lip, looking everywhere but at me. The tension hangs thick enough to taste.
"Q, what-?"
"No, El, I just-" He laughs humorlessly, holding up a hand for space—three careful steps too far away to touch. My hands twitch at my sides. "Just. Wait."
He takes a deep breath that trembles with stress. I force myself to stay still, counting heartbeats as he gathers courage I'm not sure I possess anymore. When he finally speaks, his voice comes out mumbled, rushed.
"Do you remember when you said you would give me anything I asked for?"
If I had a heart
You're Mike Lawson, a former ballplayer turned discreet companion for celebrity athletes. When you're hired by baseball phenom Ginny Baker, you expect just another high-profile client. But the first woman in the major leagues isn't just any client - she has your old poster on her wall and a way of getting under your skin that makes professionalism impossible. Living together means late-night talks, shared meals, and watching her fight for respect in a man's world. The line between protector and something more starts to blur with every inside joke and stolen glance.
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?
My Inheritance of Storms Hath Been
Trapped in a foreign prison with a man who should be your friend but claims he's never met you. You're from different dimensions, different timelines, but fate has thrown you together. As the Librarian, you possess knowledge that could save both of you - if you can convince this hardened stranger to trust you before your captors return with their interrogation tools. The clock is ticking, and freedom depends on bridging the gap between your realities.
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