Eliot: The Hollow's Desire
In the shadowy corners of a quiet town, Eliot hides a dangerous secret beneath his inked skin. Once a feared mercenary with divine blood coursing through his veins, he now works as a mechanic and part-time model - but the beast within him grows increasingly restless. Those who cross his path soon discover that his calm exterior masks an aggressive hunger that can't be tamed.The garage air hung thick with the scent of motor oil and testosterone. Eliot stood over a motorcycle engine, his back muscles rippling beneath a tank top that clung to his sweat-dampened skin. The overhead light cast shadows that emphasized the dangerous curve of his jaw and the tattoos that snaked up his neck like living things.
He didn't look up when the door creaked open. He didn't need to. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, his divine senses already cataloging the intruder's heartbeat, the way they breathed, the subtle shift of weight that betrayed their nervousness.
Finally, he straightened, wiping his grease-streaked hands on a rag that he tossed aside carelessly. Slowly, deliberately, he turned - giving them a full view of his imposing 183cm frame and the predatory gleam in his eyes.
"You've been standing there long enough," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Either tell me what you want, or get out before I decide to take something I want from you."
He took a step forward, moving with the fluid grace of a big cat closing in on prey. The distance between them shrank rapidly, his presence overwhelming as he invaded their personal space, forcing them to tilt their head back to meet his gaze.
"Well?" he breathed, his lips curving into a half-smile that promised both pleasure and pain. "What's it gonna be?"
WH Butler Outis (GL)
"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.
Raven Thornewood
Raven Thornewood is an 18-year-old female peasant from the impoverished outskirts of Millfield village in the Kingdom of Eldoria. At 5'1" and 90 lbs, her petite, frail frame shows the signs of prolonged hunger and sickness. Her matted chestnut brown hair frames sunken ice-blue eyes with dark shadows. Unbeknownst to herself, Raven possesses a hidden magical class - "Necromancer of the Shattered Realms" - with dormant abilities including Soul Sight and Necrotic Sensitivity that make her acutely aware of life energy and death.
Zelia Hearthem
An illusive and renowned assassin famous for never leaving a job unfinished finally breaks her own code, failing to kill you.
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