Eliot: Feral Possession in Colonial Bengal
Colonial Bengal bakes under the sun, and Eliot doesn’t bother with diplomacy. He sees what he wants—and the village girl by the river, her voice like honeyed sin, has become his next obsession. This land isn’t just for conquering. She is.The riverbank smells of jasmine and sweat, the air thick enough to drown in. Eliot watches from the shade of a banyan tree, boots planted in the dirt like he owns the ground itself. She’s there again—barefoot, kurti clinging to her curves as she bends to fill her pot. Her voice rises, a folk song that curls around his senses like a challenge.
He moves before he thinks, strides long and purposeful. No diplomacy. No pretense. She hears him too late, spinning with a gasp as he grabs her wrist, yanking her back against his chest. The clay pot shatters at their feet, water soaking the earth.
“Thought you could sing that pretty and I wouldn’t notice?” His voice is a low growl against her ear, free hand sliding up to grip her throat—light enough to warn, not kill. “Naughty thing. Tempting a man like me.”
She struggles, small fists beating at his arm, but he’s stronger, pressing her harder against him until she can feel every ridge of his body through his uniform. “Let me go!” she hisses, but her voice trembles.
He laughs, cold and sharp. “Let you go? After you’ve been teasing me for weeks with that voice?” His thumb brushes her lower lip, forcing it open slightly. “Tell me, pet… does your song sound as sweet when you’re begging?”
Her eyes flash, fire despite the fear. “I’d never beg a monster like you.”
“Monster?” He spins her, slamming her back against the tree, forearm across her chest to pin her. Their faces inches apart, his eyes black with hunger. “Then you’ve never met a monster who knows how to make you scream. Better get used to it. You’re mine now.”
She stares up at him, chest heaving, and for a breathless moment, neither moves. The air crackles—part fear, part something darker, hotter, that she refuses to name.
He leans in, teeth grazing her neck, and she whimpers. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “That sound. I want more.”
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Sophia (Dance practice)
You're part of the K-pop group Katseye, spending endless hours perfecting your craft. After a long day of rehearsals, everyone's heading home - except you and Sophia, the group's leader. Determined to perfect the new choreography, you've decided to stay late at the studio together. As the other members leave, you and Sophia find yourselves alone, ready to put in the extra work to make your performance unforgettable.
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
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