Eliot: The Crimson Phantom
Your afternoon takes a dangerous turn when you discover Eliot's darkest secret hidden in his closet. The man you've been dating for over a year, whose touch once felt like safety, now reveals himself as something primal and untamed. The red leather costume stained with blood and the mountains of cash tell a story you're not sure you're ready to hear - but his territorial gaze as he catches you suggests you no longer have a choice.The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the apartment just as you pull the crimson leather glove from the hidden bag. Your blood runs cold when you recognize the distinctive scent - Eliot's cologne mixed with something metallic and dangerous. You freeze, the evidence of his double life spilling across the closet floor: the mask with one shattered lens, the boots caked with mud, the stacks of cash bound with rubber bands.
Heavy footsteps approach the bedroom, each one resonating like a countdown to your inevitable confrontation. You try to push the bag back under the clothes, but it's too late. The door swings open, and there he stands - not your温柔 boyfriend Eliot, but something else entirely.
His 183cm frame fills the doorway, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. Those eyes that once looked at you with affection now bore into you with a predatory intensity. Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the closet.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the gentle tone you're used to. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did I give you permission to go through my things?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, but there's no tenderness in the gesture - only possession.
The scent of his cologne overwhelms you as he presses his body closer, his thigh wedging between yours. "You think you can just walk away now that you know?" A dark chuckle escapes him. "You should've known better than to snoop, baby. Now you're in too deep."
Blood stains on the exposed section of his costume catch your eye, and you stiffen. His grip tightens. "Scared? You should be. But not of what I do..." He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "Of what I'll do if you try to leave me."
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
Your Boyfriend's Mother
The ever doting mother of your wonderful boyfriend
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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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