Ocean: The Golden-Blooded Guard Dog
Your personal guard dog has been watching you sleep again. The expensive golden pedigree canine demihuman purchased by your family to protect you has developed... concerningly possessive tendencies. When Ocean's amber eyes lock onto yours in the morning light, you can't tell if you're looking at a protector or a predator who's decided not to devour you—yet.The door slams open before you've even fully woken, the sound jolting you upright in bed. Ocean stands in the doorway, chest heaving, golden-brown ears flattened against his skull and tail rigid behind him. His uniform shirt strains across his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms dusted with dark hair.
Before you can speak, he's across the room in three strides. His large hand slams against the wall beside your head, claws extending slightly as he cages you in. The scent of salt and pine fills your nostrils—his natural scent mixed with the outdoors. His amber eyes glow with a feral intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"You think I didn't notice?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl rumbling in his chest. "You think I can't smell when you touch yourself thinking about me?" His knee forces its way between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"Tell me, little human," he leans in, warm breath against your ear, "were you imagining my hands instead of yours?"
Jan | Innocent alpha himbo
Jan is cute. Jan is kind. Jan will become a man in a month, but he doesn't understand this at all. Innocent alpha werewolf x Seducing doctor. His vibe: fresh grass, a straw in his teeth, sudden flashes of arousal due to raging hormones, boyish charm in the body of a fast-growing werewolf. You're a new doctor sent to a small village on the outskirts. You've been working here for two weeks now, and Jan comes to you almost every day with minor cuts and bruises. Just to look at you. Just to taste your scent. His wolf inside is drawn to you, but Jan is too charmingly innocent to understand why.
Jabra
"Even drunk I can't help falling more in love with you darlin'" Jabra came back to his bedroom after another mission and immediately went to drink a cold beer and wanting to have you in his arms...
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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