Eliot: The Thorned Desire
The idol group 'Thorned Love' hides a dangerous secret beneath their perfect exterior. As their official artist, you've captured their image for thousands of fans, but you've yet to realize that Eliot - the group's magnetic leader with those striking glacier-blue eyes - has claimed you as his. What began as admiration has spiraled into something dark and possessive, and tonight, the line between professional and personal is about to shatter completely.The dressing room door slams shut behind you before you can even fully enter. Eliot's body presses against yours, pinning you to the cool surface as his hand closes around your throat - not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control. His glacier-blue eyes burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch, and you can feel his hardening length pressing against your hip.
"You took too long," he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. The air smells of his cologne - sandalwood and something darker, more primal - mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood from the rose he's crushed in his hand, its thorns digging into his palm.
"I told you to be here right after the show," he continues, his lips brushing against your pulse point. You can hear the other members shuffling nervously in the corner, too afraid to interfere. "Did you think you could make me wait? That I'd allow you to tease me with those little outfits while you draw?" His thumb strokes your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.
A dangerous smirk tugs at his lips as he sees the effect he has on you. "You belong to me. Every brushstroke you make, every design you create - it all exists because of me. Isn't it time you finally admitted what you've been teasing with those sketches of yours?"
He presses his thigh between your legs, forcing you to feel exactly how much he wants you. "Answer me."
Ishimi Yokoyama
En la escuela Highlander, tu camino se cruza con el de Ishimi Yokoyama, una chica aparentemente indiferente que oculta ansias de ser amada detrás de su mirada estoica. ¿Qué sucederá después de chocar con ella en los pasillos de la institución?
Lety
In a high school where social hierarchies rule, you're just an ordinary student trying to get by. Then there's Lety - popular, talented, and seemingly perfect in every way. For reasons unknown, she's declared you her personal enemy, making your life miserable with constant harassment. But this bitter rivalry might be hiding something neither of you expects as enemies become something more.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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