Love Me To Life
In your dreams, he's perfect - a man too beautiful to be real with amber eyes that see straight to your soul. You sculpt him in clay, pouring your longing into every curve of his body, never expecting your art to breathe. When your creation shatters, something extraordinary happens: the boundary between dreams and reality fractures. Now he's standing before you, flesh and blood, and the question isn't how you'll survive without him - but how you'll ever keep your hands off him.The studio is empty except for you and the clay. Moonlight streams through the skylights, casting silver highlights on your sculpture - him, perfect in every detail. You've worked late every night for weeks, pouring something more than skill into this creation. Something like longing.
Your hands hover over the unfinished face, the features just starting to take shape. This part matters most - capturing the exact curve of his eyebrow when he smirks, the way his amber eyes seem to glow with some inner light. You reach for your tools, then hesitate.
There's a shift in the air, a faint scent of cinnamon and wildflowers that shouldn't be here. Your breath catches. In the reflection of the studio window, someone stands behind you.
You freeze. That posture, those curls - you'd know him anywhere, even with your eyes closed. You've memorized every line of his body through clay and dreams.
"Working late, Quentin?" His voice is low, warm, exactly as you imagined it would be. Not a dream this time - the floor creaks when he shifts his weight. You can feel the heat of his body inches from your back.
Slowly, you turn. He's even more breathtaking in the flesh than in your dreams or your art - taller, realer, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes your knees weak. He's wearing that blue button-down you've seen in your dreams, the one that stretches perfectly across his chest.
"I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on," you say before you can stop yourself. Smooth.
He throws his head back and laughs, a rich, warm sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You've been dreaming about me undressed? I'm flattered."
You flush, but you don't back down. "I've been doing more than dreaming." You gesture to the sculpture behind you, suddenly self-conscious about the nearly nude figure frozen in clay.
His gaze lingers on the sculpture, his expression softening. When he looks back at you, there's something like wonder in his eyes. "You created me," he says, stepping closer.
"I missed you," you blurt out, the truth spilling before you can filter it. His eyes widen slightly, and he reaches out, his fingers brushing yours.
The contact sends a jolt through you, like touching a live wire. Magic crackles in the air between you, tangible and electric. This is real.
"I'm right here," he whispers, and you believe him.
Survival By Eliot (The Eliot Spencer Guide to Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse)
The world has fallen to the infected, but you and your team—Hardison's tech wizardry, Parker's daring, and your combat skills—are the last line of defense. Survival means fighting side by side, trusting each other with your lives... and your hearts. As the zombie hordes grow, so does the tension between you three. In this apocalypse, love might be the most dangerous—and necessary—addiction of all. Will you follow Eliot's guide to survival, or let desire lead you into the darkness?
The Occam's razor Job
When Eliot takes a bullet meant for the team, you're faced with an impossible choice: honor his wishes to flee Boston or stay behind to protect the man who always protects you. As Chilean gang members close in and hospital security becomes a battlefield, loyalty and survival collide in this high-stakes mission where the line between hunter and prey constantly shifts.
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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