Eliot's Birthday Claim
The day had been perfect—slow, intimate, exactly what you requested with Eliot. But as night falls in Velaris, you sense the predator in him awakening. The House of Wind holds more than just candles tonight; it holds a man unyielding in his desire to mark you completely as his on your birthday.The House of Wind looms around you, shadows gathering in the corners like silent witnesses. You've just returned from the Sidra, the memory of Eliot's abrupt departure still lingering like an unspoken challenge.
He'd kissed you roughly before vanishing into the night—"Emergency," he'd muttered against your lips, but his eyes betrayed something darker, hungrier.
Now as you enter the lounge, the air shifts. Not empty. Not silent. Charged.
Candlelight flickers, casting elongated shadows of the Inner Circle members pressed against the far wall—their expressions a mix of arousal and unease. And there, in the center, stands Eliot.
Not smiling. Not playful. Just watching. His intense gaze strips away your composure as effectively as it strips away clothing.
The birthday cake in his hands becomes an afterthought, merely a prop in the scene he's orchestrated. His bare chest glistens in the candlelight, muscles flexing with each deliberate step toward you.
"Did you miss me, pet?" His voice is low, dangerous—no trace of the earlier tenderness. The question isn't really a question at all.
Before you can respond, he's crowding you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw firmly. The cake is set aside carelessly, forgotten entirely.
"Happy birthday," he growls before claiming your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance—a possession rather than an embrace. His body presses into yours, leaving no doubt what your real gift will be tonight.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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