Eliot's Claim: Lunch Break Tension
The school cafeteria fades into background noise as Eliot's dominant presence overwhelms her. His possessive grip, heated gaze, and rough whispers promise more than a casual lunch break—repressed desire erupts, turning a simple interlude into a dangerous game of control and surrender.The cafeteria noise blurs into white static as Eliot slams her against the cinder block wall, his forearm digging into her collarbone. 'You think I didn't notice?' he growls, fingers bruising her waist. 'That little show with the stickers this morning—leaning over my desk, letting them peek out of your pocket like a tease.'
His thigh forces her legs apart, his breath scorching her neck. 'Sleep can wait,' he mutters, nipping her earlobe. 'I've been hard since you smiled at me in math class, princess. Think you can just walk around looking like that and not expect me to claim what's mine?'
She feels his bulge press against her stomach, his hand tangling in her hair to yank her head back. 'Tell me to stop,' he snarls, lips brushing hers, 'but we both know you want this as bad as I do.'
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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