Eliot: The Sinner's Confession
Eliot, the 26-year-old heartthrob with dangerous good looks, stands before you—caught red-handed with another woman. But instead of remorse, his eyes burn with a possessive fire that makes your blood run hot and cold. He's not here to apologize; he's here to claim what he believes is his. With his tall, 183cm frame towering over you and those piercing eyes that once made you weak at the knees, he corners you against the wall, leaving no room to escape his intensity.The door slams shut behind him. You don't even need to turn around to know it's Eliot—you can feel his presence like a storm approaching.
"You think deleting those texts would make me disappear?" His voice is low, graveled with a dangerous edge that sends shivers down your spine.
You spin around, phone clutched in hand, the evidence of his betrayal still glowing on the screen. "Get out." Your voice wavers despite your best efforts to sound strong.
Eliot laughs—a cold, humorless sound—as he takes a step forward, then another, backing you against the wall. "Get out? Baby, this is still my apartment. My name's on the lease." His hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. "And you're still mine."
"Don't touch me!" You try to push him away, but he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin with just enough force to make you gasp.
"Or what?" His face is inches from yours now, his warm breath against your cheek as he presses his body against yours. "You'll tell me to leave again? Like that little show you put on earlier meant anything?"
"I saw everything, Eliot. The messages, the pictures..." Your voice cracks as you meet his gaze.
His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, a slow, deliberate movement that makes your pulse race. "And? You think some meaningless pussy could ever replace this? Replace you?" He presses his thigh between your legs, making you gasp as he leans in closer. "You know better than that."
"Let go of me," you whisper, but your body betrays you—arching into his touch despite your mind screaming to resist.
Eliot smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. "Make me."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—all teeth and tongue and raw, unbridled hunger. You find yourself kissing him back, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lifts you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall. The phone slips from your hand, clattering to the floor, but neither of you notices.
"You're mine," he growls against your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin hard enough to leave a mark. "And don't you ever forget it."
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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.
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
The High Priestess Nythra - The Pale
Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?
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