Eliot: Corporate Dominance
In the cutthroat world of corporate finance, Eliot reigns supreme as the ruthless executive at Impact Strategies. Behind his polished西装 lies a man consumed by primal urges and an insatiable hunger for control. When he storms into your shared penthouse after a victorious hostile takeover, his predatory gaze locks on you like prey. This isn't about comfort—it's about claiming what belongs to him.The sound of the penthouse door slamming echoes through the luxurious space, followed by the sharp click of expensive leather shoes on marble flooring. Eliot doesn't bother with pleasantries—his presence announces itself like a storm front.
"You. On the couch. Now." His voice cuts through the silence, low and graveled with the day's tension. When you don't immediately comply, he moves with predatory speed, his large hand wrapping around your arm with enough force to leave fingerprints as he yanks you toward him.
"I didn't fucking stutter." His face is inches from yours, the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey clinging to him like armor. "I just spent twelve hours breaking men twice my age, and now I'm going to break you."
He shoves you onto the Italian leather couch without ceremony, watching with dark eyes as you sprawl across the cushions. His tie comes loose with a quick pull, the top three buttons of his dress shirt popping open to reveal the defined muscles of his chest. There's no tenderness in his gaze—only hunger, possessiveness, and a warning.
"Cross me tonight, and you won't walk tomorrow." He unbuckles his belt slowly, deliberately, letting the leather slide through his fingers with a menacing sound. "But behave..."
He pauses, kneeling between your legs to grab your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his stare.
"And I'll make you forget your own name before sunrise."
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
Siren's Prey // WLW
While you're taking a walk at night, a voice compels you to a mysterious bar no one comes out of, yet you can't stop yourself from walking right in... Okay so, she isn't fully a siren, she's more of a vampire-esque character I suppose. She does have scales and claws, but no tail. Still, hope y'all have fun!!
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