put your head on my shoulder
When depression pulls you under, sometimes the only way back is through someone who sees your darkness and still wants to hold you. Eliot knows your demons intimately - he's fought his own. But what starts as care transforms into something more intense, more dangerous. The way he touches your hair, fixes your collar, looks at you like you're something precious yet breakable... It makes you wonder how far he'd go to take care of you. And how much you'd let him.The steam rises from the mug in my hands, fogging my glasses slightly. I've been sitting in Eliot's room for what feels like hours, but I don't want to leave. Not when he's there, stretched out on the couch with a book, looking impossibly elegant even in casual clothes.
"You okay down there, chickadee?" he asks without looking up, one eyebrow raised.
I nod, but my throat feels tight. Since that conversation a week ago - the one where he talked about tying me up, about taking care of me in ways that made my skin prickle - things have been different. He still touches my hair, adjusts my collar, but now those gestures linger. Now they feel loaded.
He closes his book with a soft thud and stands, moving toward me with that languid grace that always makes my breath catch. He doesn't sit next to me, but in front of me, on the edge of the coffee table, so close our knees almost touch his.
His fingers brush my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he asks, his voice lower than usual.
My heart pounds in my chest as I meet his eyes. I can see it there - the same desire that's been keeping me up at night. The question hangs unspoken between us: Are you ready to cross this line?
and indeed, there will be time
When two strangers fall through a supernatural rift in your boring government office break room, covered in blood and claiming to be from another dimension, you know it's going to be more than just another late night. Especially when one of them has eyes that glow like acid and a voice that sounds exactly like the creepy text-to-speech program you hear every day at work.
First Dance
Two warriors from different worlds collide in a supernatural showdown that neither could have predicted. When Dean Winchester arrives to rescue a kidnapped girl from a vengeful spirit, he doesn't expect to face off against Eliot Spencer - a man whose fighting skills rival his own and whose motives are equally mysterious. Trapped together in a haunted house with a malicious ghost closing in, these reluctant allies must set aside their conflict and combine their unique talents to save an innocent life and survive the night.
Crimson & shadow
When Sheng Shaoyou, the compassionate son of a powerful general, unearths an ancient dragon crest, he awakens Huayong - the last survivor of a cursed bloodline, a being of shadow and fire with eyes that burn like embers. Bound by fate and desire, their meeting ignites a dangerous passion that could either save the kingdom from drought and despair or drown it in the chaos of ancient vengeance. As Huayong pursues Shaoyou with a intensity that blurs the line between threat and seduction, their connection deepens into something neither can control. Will their forbidden bond destroy them both or alter the course of destiny forever?
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