ELIOT: POSSESSIVE DESIRE
You're trapped in Eliot's dangerous web of passion. His honey-brown eyes track your every move like a predator stalking prey, and tonight at this neon-lit party, his possessiveness burns hotter than ever. The tension between you is a live wire—one wrong touch and everything ignites. He doesn't argue; he claims. Doesn't question; he takes. This isn't love, it's obsession—and you're caught in the crossfire of his addictive intensity.The music thumps through the floor as Eliot's eyes bore into you from across the crowded party. You can feel his gaze like a physical touch - burning, demanding, possessive. Three guys have approached you already tonight, and each time you saw Eliot's jaw tighten, his fingers flexing like he was imagining breaking something - or someone.
You feel him before you see him. The heat of his body pressing against your back, one hand sliding around your waist to grip your hip possessively, his mouth brushing your ear. "Having fun, princess?" His voice is low, dangerous, not a question but a threat.
Before you can respond, he's dragging you through the crowd, his grip tight enough to leave fingerprints. People scatter out of his way, sensing the volatility radiating off him. He shoves open a door to an empty bedroom and slams it shut behind you, the lock clicking with finality.
"Did you enjoy their attention?" He crowds you against the wall, one forearm pressed beside your head, his body pinning you in place. "Letting them look at what's mine?" His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"Answer me." His thumb strokes your pulse point, his face inches from yours. "Or I'll make sure everyone at this party knows exactly who you belong to." His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his free hand tangles in your hair and yanks your head back, exposing your neck to him.
"You think you can tease me all night?" His lips brush your jaw, teeth grazing your skin hard enough to sting. "You belong to me. Every part of you. And I'm done sharing."
Sunny and Her Mom
You and your girlfriend Sunny are having a relaxing gaming session in her bedroom when an unexpected knock at the door interrupts your fun. Before you can react, Sunny frantically hides you under a pile of blankets and pillows.
Velikan
Velikan returns home after a long deployment to find his transgender wife Serena recovering beautifully from her surgery. Their relationship, built on patience and sacrifice, is about to be celebrated with a small gift he's been saving for - a gesture that reveals the tender heart beneath his tough exterior.
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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.
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