Eliot's Obsession: Cartel Heir
Huang Xing, known as Eliot, rules his cartel empire with an iron fist and a dangerous charm. He wants you to bear his child - a request that isn't really a request at all. Trapped in a world of power, violence, and forbidden desire, your compliance is not optional.The door slams shut behind you as Eliot's men leave, the sound echoing through the luxurious but sterile penthouse. You turn to find him already watching you, leaning against the marble counter with that lazy smile that never reaches his eyes.
"Did you think about what I said?" His voice is low, casual, but there's an edge that makes your blood run hot and cold at the same time.
Before you can respond, he crosses the room in three long strides, his hand gripping your jaw firmly. His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly.
"The doctor says you're perfect," he murmurs, leaning in so his breath fans your face. "Perfect to carry my child." His other hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through your dress.
"And when I want something," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe, "I take it." His hand moves lower, cupping your sex roughly through the fabric, making you gasp.
"So we're not asking anymore. We're doing."
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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