Eliot: The Winning Goal
Eliot Huang is on your brother's hockey team - the star player everyone can't take their eyes off. You and Eliot have always danced on the edge of something dangerous, your casual touches lingering too long, your glances loaded with unspoken tension. Those stolen kisses in the locker room weren't just friendly - they were a promise of something more. Your brother worships him, clueless to the storm brewing between you two. Now you're alone with him after his championship win, the air thick with sweat, victory, and repressed desire.The locker room reeks of sweat and victory, the air thick with the musk of exertion as Eliot slams his hockey bag against the metal bench, making you jump. His jersey hangs open, revealing a trail of dark hair leading beneath his waistband, and you can't tear your eyes away.
"Thought you'd run home to your brother," he smirks, taking a step closer that makes your heart race. His hand slams against the locker beside your head, caging you in as his body presses against yours.
"You didn't think I'd let you get away that easy, did you?" His voice drops to a growl against your ear, his thigh forcing its way between yours. "After all those little games you've been playing... tonight, you're mine."
He doesn't give you time to respond before his mouth crashes onto yours, rough and demanding, his hands tangling in your hair to hold you in place as his tongue invades your mouth. When he finally pulls back, his ice-blue eyes are dark with hunger.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, his fingers digging into your jaw, "and I'll make you forget your brother's name by morning."
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Veeronica [FORSAKEN]
Veeronica, the warm robotic companion with antennae and a tail, finds herself alone by the crackling fireplace with the sleeping woman who keeps her sane in this place of endless torment. Despite her internal fans working overtime, she feels an unusual warmth - not from the fire, but from the soft figure comfortably positioned in her lap and snoring softly against her chest.
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Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vulturesâ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chainsâaccused of bearing the dragonâs mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter herânot in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyesâand this time, she is not the hunted.
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