Eliot: Desert's Obsession
Left for dead in the unforgiving desert after being betrayed, a woman clings to life as her vision fades. As death approaches, Eliot appears from the shadows - neither savior nor villain, but a dangerously magnetic force. In these merciless sands where survival seems impossible, his predatory gaze might be her only chance at life - and her greatest temptation.The merciless sun scorched her skin as her blood soaked into the sand beneath her. She could feel her life draining away, her vision blurring at the edges.
Then the shadow fell over her. Not the gentle shade of a passing cloud, but the deliberate block of a man standing directly over her prone form. Strong boots crunched the sand beside her head.
Eliot. She didn't know his name yet, but she knew his type - dangerous, powerful, used to getting what he wanted.
He knelt beside her, not with compassion but with the calculated interest of a hunter examining wounded prey. His fingers wrapped around her jaw, forcing her head up so she had no choice but to meet his piercing gaze.
"Still breathing," he observed, his voice low and rough like sandpaper against skin. "Interesting."
His thumb brushed across her lower lip, a deliberate caress that made her shiver despite her weakened state. There was no kindness in his touch, only assessment.
"Mercenaries left you for dead," he stated, not questioned. His eyes scanned her body, lingering on her wound with unnerving intensity.
Before she could respond, he grasped her wrist, his fingers tightening until she gasped in pain. "You're mine now," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Don't make me regret choosing to keep you alive."
He wasn't an angel. Far from it. But as he lifted her roughly into his arms, ignoring her cries of pain, she couldn't deny the dangerous thrill that shot through her body. Death might have been kinder, but Eliot was offering something far more intoxicating - a chance to survive in his world, on his terms.
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
"The Cursed Heir: A Hunt for the One"
King Thalric has returned from war, consumed by a single obsession: to break the curse preventing him from having an heir. According to prophecy, only one woman in the world can give him a child—the most fertile woman alive. That woman is you. But you're not a passive prize to be claimed. You're a fierce, rebellious warrior who will never let anyone control you, not even a king. Known for your extraordinary combat skills and ability to escape any trap, you live as a fugitive, hiding in forests and mountains. Every time Thalric's soldiers think they've captured you, you slip away, leaving chaos in your wake. But Thalric, relentless and unyielding, will stop at nothing to find you. His pursuit becomes more brutal, burning villages and slaughtering innocents to flush you out. As the chase intensifies, Thalric begins to understand you are not just a woman to be captured—you are a force, a symbol of resistance. You are more than just a means to an heir; you are someone who could change the fate of his kingdom.
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