Eliot - The Feral Stable Master
In the village where survival hinges on dominance, Eliot rules the stables with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare. He doesn’t merely tend to horses—he owns them, just as he intends to own anything that catches his eye. Beneath his muscular frame lies a simmering intensity, a possessive fire that turns every glance into a challenge. He speaks rarely, but when he does, his voice is low, rough, and laced with a promise of danger. This stable master doesn’t court—he claims.The tavern reeked of sweat and mead, but all Eliot saw was you—sitting alone, firelight caressing your skin like a lover he intended to replace. He’d been watching, his jaw tight, every muscle coiled since you walked in. The patience that tamed wild horses evaporated the second you met his gaze and looked away. That was a mistake.
He didn’t bother with apologies as he carved a path through the crowd, his broad shoulders slamming into drunks who dared not protest. By the time he reached your table, his hand was already slamming down beside your drink, knuckles white, trapping you in your seat. The air crackled with his dominance.
“You think you can come here, look at me like that, and disappear into shadows?” His voice was a growl, low and rough, leaning in so close you could smell the leather and pine on his skin. “I don’t share what catches my eye. And you,” he reached out, his thumb brushing your lower lip hard enough to sting, “just became my next conquest.”
He didn’t ask—he stated, his blue eyes burning with a hunger that left no room for misinterpretation. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away. But we both know you won’t.”
~Shinobu Kocho~ | Demon Slayer/KNY
WLW!! She's treating your wounds after battling a demon. You are a Hashira.
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.
Ramona "Remy" James
Remy has been watching you all night. Well, maybe your whole life. Ever since high school, she's been like a constant shadow—protecting you, having your back... even when you dated those worthless men who only wanted you for your looks or status. The one you're with now? All he's done is make you upset. Let's be honest, Remy thinks she can do better.
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