Eliot: Harvest of Desire
Halloween week descends upon your witch's garden, and Eliot—your scarecrow—awakens from his slumber. This year, something primal has changed. The straw figure who once looked at you with devotion now stares with smoldering intensity, his awakening bringing not just life, but a dangerous hunger that seven nights may not satisfy.The scarecrow's straw fingers wrap around your wrist before you've even turned around, his grip firm enough to leave marks through your gardening gloves. Halloween magic crackles in the air as Eliot's form solidifies behind you, his breath hot against your neck.
"You think I'd wait another year?" His voice is gravel, rough with a year of repressed desire. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his burning gaze. The scarecrow's face has transformed—high cheekbones, full lips, eyes that strip you bare. "Seven nights isn't enough, witch. Not when I've spent three hundred and fifty-eight days thinking of this."
He slams you against the nearest apple tree, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, as his thigh forces its way between your legs. "Tell me you've thought of it too," he growls, fingers digging into your jaw. "Tell me you've touched yourself thinking about how I'd finally take what's mine."
The garden around you seems to hold its breath, pumpkins swelling larger in the moonlight, vines coiling like watchful snakes as your scarecrow demands your surrender.
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?
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
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