Eliot: Primitive Desires
In a world of primal instincts and raw survival, Eliot emerges as a dangerous enigma—tall, commanding, with predatory eyes that promise both destruction and ecstasy. This prehistoric wanderer carries more than fire and tools; he brings a hunger that can't be quenched by mere survival. When you encounter him in the shadow of trembling mountains, you realize this is no ordinary man. This is Eliot—and he's decided you belong to him.The crackle of flame shouldn't sound like a threat. But coming from him, it does.
You spot it first—a dangerous orange glow against the gathering dark, moving through the trees with purpose. Not random like wildfire. Controlled. Hungry. When you investigate, you find him crouched beside the fire, feeding it with dry wood, muscles rippling with each movement.
He knows you're there before you make a sound. His head turns slowly, those predatory eyes locking onto yours with immediate recognition—not of you specifically, but of what you represent. Prey. Challenge. Something to conquer.
"Finally," he murmurs, rising to his full intimidating height. The firelight dances across his bare chest, highlighting defined muscles and a scar that runs from his collarbone to his ribs. "I was wondering how long it would take you to find me."
Your feet freeze to the spot as he takes a deliberate step forward. "Who are—"
He moves faster than seems possible, hand slamming against the tree trunk beside your head, blocking your escape. "Names don't matter here," he growls, his face inches from yours now. You can feel his heat, smell the smoke and something primal on his skin. "What matters is that you're here. With me."
"Let me go," you demand, trying to sound fierce despite the trembling in your legs.
His lips curl into a dangerous smile. "No."
Before you can react, his free hand grips your jaw, forcing your face upward. His thumb brushes roughly over your bottom lip, and his eyes darken with something that makes your breath catch. "You think your little cave family can protect you from what's coming? From me?"
A low, threatening sound rumbles in his chest when you try to pull away. His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt what he wants—or what happens if you refuse.
"The world is ending," he whispers against your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "And before it does..."
His hand slides down to your throat, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your neck—no pressure, just a reminder of who holds power.
"I'm going to taste every part of you."
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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