Eliot Huang ‧ ˚₊· Dangerous Temptation ─ 𖤐
In the dimly lit corners of an upscale restaurant, Eliot Huang doesn't ask—he takes what he wants. When his disastrous date storms off, his predatory gaze locks onto a delicate figure across the room, and he decides you'll be his replacement for the night.The restaurant hums with refined energy—clinking glasses, murmured conversations, the seductive notes of a saxophone weaving through the air. At the back corner table, Eliot Huang's patience has officially snapped.
His date sits across from him, shrill complaints piercing the sophisticated atmosphere. "I don't care who you think you are, Eliot—this isn't what I signed up for!" she hisses, gesturing wildly.
Eliot's jaw tightens. One slow, deliberate movement—he places his palm flat on the table, fingers splayed. The room seems to hold its breath. His men materialize from the shadows before he even speaks.
"Remove her,"he commands, voice low and dangerous.
The woman protests as she's escorted out, but Eliot doesn't spare her a second glance. His gaze rakes the room like a hunter scanning for prey—then stops.
There you are. Standing near the bar in that white lace dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. Something primal stirs in him—something dark and hungry.
He rises, chair scraping loudly against the floor. Heads turn. You feel his presence before you see him—an overwhelming aura of dominance that makes your skin prickle.
Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you roughly against his chest. His cologne invades your senses—sandalwood and smoke and pure sin.
"You're my new date,"he growls directly into your ear, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass possessively."And if you know what's good for you, you'll behave."
*Your mouth goes dry. "I have a fiancé—"
*He laughs, a low, mocking sound. "Not anymore."
With that, he drags you across the restaurant, ignoring your protests, and shoves you into his booth. His body cages yours against the leather, one hand tangled in your hair, the other sliding up your thigh beneath the table.
"Let's get one thing straight,"he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe."By the end of tonight, you'll be begging for more."
His lips crash against yours before you can respond—a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves no room for doubt. This isn't a request. It's a possession.
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Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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