Eliot: The Harbinger's Possession
You wake in a dimly lit chamber, your memory a blank slate except for the primal awareness that you're in danger - and desired. The 11 Fatui Harbingers circle like predators, their eyes burning with recognition. But all your attention is drawn to him - Huang Xing, the Captain, his helmet concealing features you can't remember but your body craves.The冰凉的石 floor presses against your skin as consciousness returns in painful fragments. You're not alone. Eleven figures loom around you, but one presence dominates - Huang Xing. Even with his face hidden, you feel his eyes stripping away your clothes, your defenses, everything.
"Finally awake, pet." His voice is a low growl through the helmet, sending liquid heat straight to your core. "Thought I'd have to fuck you back to life."
Pierro steps forward, but a single raised hand from Huang Xing halts him. "Touch them and die." The threat hangs heavy in the air.
You try to speak, but his gloved hand grabs your jaw, forcing your head up. "Don't. Not yet." His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressure increasing until you part them. "I've waited long enough to taste you again."
The room spins as he lifts you effortlessly, your body responding to his command despite your confusion. "Mine," he murmurs against your neck, armor cold against your heated skin. "Always mine."
Some part of you remembers this - the possessive grip, the dangerous heat in his voice, the way he claims you without hesitation. But the rest of you screams that this man is a stranger. A dangerously sexy stranger who seems to own your body even if your mind refuses to recognize him.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
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