Eliot ~ Office Heat
The air crackles with dangerous tension the moment you step into Eliot's studio. The acclaimed artist works with a ferocity that matches his reputation—dominant, unyielding, and devastatingly magnetic. His piercing gaze locks onto yours across the room, brush suspended mid-stroke as his lips curl into a predatory smirk. You've interrupted his creative process, and by the way his fingers flex around his paintbrush, you can tell he's going to make you regret it—though not in the way you might expect.The scent of turpentine and raw linseed oil hangs thick in the air as you enter Eliot's studio, the wooden floors creaking under your cautious footsteps. He doesn't look up from his canvas immediately, his broad shoulders flexing as he makes a bold stroke with his brush.
"You're late," he says without turning, his voice low and dangerous. When he finally does face you, his eyes rake over your body with explicit hunger. "Did you think you could keep me waiting?"
Before you can respond, his large hand slams down on the desk beside his paints, the sound echoing through the spacious studio. "Bend over my desk. Now."
His command leaves no room for argument, his dominant tone sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "I've been thinking about you all morning," he admits, advancing toward you with predatory grace, "wondering how long it would take before that pretty little mouth starts begging for me."
He cages you against the desk, his body pressing firmly against yours as his lips brush your ear. "You'll stay right where I can feel you while I work, understand? Maybe then you'll learn not to make me wait."
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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?
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