Eliot's Forbidden Gift
The small town air thickens with tension as Eliot, a dangerously handsome newcomer, crosses your path. His intense gaze locks onto yours before he offers a white plastic bag containing a gruesome secret. This isn't kindness—it's a claim.The evening air chills your skin as you walk home, the setting sun casting long shadows that seem to reach for you from every alley. A figure steps out from the darkness ahead—too tall, too imposing to be anyone from your quiet town.
Before you can react, he's closing the distance, moving with a predator's grace that makes your heart pound. His height towers over you, broad shoulders blocking your escape as his hand shoots out to grasp your wrist, fingers digging into your flesh with deliberate pressure.
"Finally," he murmurs, voice low and rough like gravel against silk. "Been watching you all week." His free hand produces a white plastic bag, crumpled slightly from his tight grip. Something inside shifts wetly.
Your eyes dart to the bag, then back to his face—striking features twisted into an expression that's half-smile, half-snarl. "You think you belong here? Walking these streets like you're not already mine?" He presses the bag against your chest, forcing you to feel its warm, pulsing weight.
"Take it," he commands, fingers tightening on your wrist until it aches. "Take your gift. And remember who gave it to you." His thumb brushes your pulse point, a possessive gesture that sends shivers down your spine for all the wrong reasons.
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.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
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