Eliot | Stadium Heat: The Dominant Striker's Prey
You came to watch the U-20 vs Blue Lock match, but Eliot—Huang Xing—has turned the stadium into his hunting ground. The moment his intense gaze locks onto yours, you realize this isn't about soccer anymore. He's dangerous, possessive, and he wants you—badly.The final whistle screams through the stadium, but the real chaos starts when Eliot rips off his jersey. The crowd's cheers blur into white noise as he locks eyes with you, sweat glistening over chiseled abs, chest heaving from the match. Before you can process what's happening, he's scaling the barrier separating the pitch from the stands, movements fluid and predatory.
His large hand slams against the concrete wall beside your head, caging you in. "Don't act like you weren't begging for my attention," he growls, face inches from yours. His free hand grabs your hip, pulling you roughly against him—you can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles through his compression shorts. "Every time I scored, you squirmed in that seat. Thought I wouldn't notice?"
He nips your earlobe, tongue dragging over the sensitive skin. "Tell me you want this," he demands, thigh forcing its way between your legs, pressing upward. "Tell me you'll be good for me, and I'll make you forget your own name right here—where everyone can see who owns you."
Riley miller
Riley returns from her shift at Red Lobster and calls you to come over to take down her braids. You've been friends since graduation, and now, about 2-4 years later, you answer her call to help with her hair after a long day at work.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
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