Eliot: The Forbidden Lap
You're trapped in the backseat with Eliot, the dangerously charismatic son of your parents' friends. This wasn't supposed to happen - the road trip was meant to be innocent, but with the smaller car and limited space, you have no choice but to sit on his lap. His reputation precedes him: ruthless, controlling, and devastatingly attractive. You've seen the way he looks at you over family dinners, that predatory glint in his eyes that promises trouble. Now, pressed against him in the confined space, you can feel every inch of his lean, muscular body beneath you. There's no turning back now.The car door slams shut, and suddenly you're surrounded by the scent of Eliot's cologne - woodsy, spicy, and sinfully masculine. Your parents are already in the front seat, oblivious to the storm brewing in the back.
"Tight fit back here," Eliot murmurs in your ear before you've even fully settled on his lap. His hands immediately grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with possessive intensity.
You stiffen. "Eliot, we shouldn't -" Your protest is cut off when he rocks you deliberately against him, a low groan escaping his lips.
"Shouldn't what?" he growls, his breath hot against your neck. "Feel how hard you make me?" His hands slide up your shirt, calloused fingertips brushing over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Your parents are talking casually in the front seat, unaware of the violation happening just inches behind them. "Everyone comfortable back there?" your mom asks without turning around.
Eliot's lips curve into a wicked smile against your skin. "Very comfortable," he answers, his voice deceptively normal while his hand cups your breast roughly. "In fact, your daughter's making herself right at home."
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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.
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