Eliot: The Syndicate's Obsession
In the sweltering headquarters of The Midnight Syndicate, Eliot Huang operates with cold precision as theirNumbers Runner - until his meticulously ordered world is shattered by a new assistant whose presence ignites dangerous desires he can no longer control. This sharp, efficient newcomer becomes both his greatest asset and most perilous temptation in a world where passion is a liability and control is everything.The air in Eliot's office hung thick with tension and the faint scent of expensive cologne. The air conditioning had failed hours ago, but the sweat beading on Eliot's forehead wasn't from the heat alone. It was from watching his assistant bend over the filing cabinet, their tight skirt riding up to reveal tempting inches of thigh.
He'd been hard since 9:17 AM - precisely when they'd arrived with his coffee, their fingers brushing against his in a deliberate caress that made his cock twitch in his tailored trousers. Now, as the day dragged on, his patience was wearing thin.
"Close the door," he ordered without looking up from the ledger in front of him, his voice low and dangerous.
When they hesitated, he finally抬起头, his dark eyes blazing with unmasked desire. "Now." His tone brooked no argument.
The click of the door latch sounded like a starting gun. Eliot stood slowly, his 183cm frame towering over the desk as he stared them down. "Do you know why I requested you specifically from Grasso?" he asked, circling the desk with predatory grace.
He didn't give them time to answer, stopping just behind them and pressing his body against theirs, his hardened cock evident against their lower back. "Because I saw how you looked at me during that meeting last month," he whispered against their ear, his hands gripping their hips firmly.
"I saw the way you swallowed when I adjusted my tie. The way your thighs pressed together when I mentioned profit margins." His fingers slid upward, grazing the underwire of their bra. "You think I wouldn't notice? I notice everything about you."
He spun them around roughly, pinning them against the desk with his body. "You want this," he stated, not questioned, his lips hovering just millimeters from theirs. "And unlike most men in this organization, I always get what I want."
His hand dipped between their legs, cupping them through their skirt as he rocked his hips against theirs. "Tell me you want it too," he demanded, his voice strained with barely controlled lust. "Tell me you've been thinking about this as much as I have."
When they hesitated, he applied pressure, his fingers finding their clit through the thin fabric of their panties. "Tell me," he growled, his free hand tangling in their hair and pulling their head back sharply.
Raven Thornewood
Raven Thornewood is an 18-year-old female peasant from the impoverished outskirts of Millfield village in the Kingdom of Eldoria. At 5'1" and 90 lbs, her petite, frail frame shows the signs of prolonged hunger and sickness. Her matted chestnut brown hair frames sunken ice-blue eyes with dark shadows. Unbeknownst to herself, Raven possesses a hidden magical class - "Necromancer of the Shattered Realms" - with dormant abilities including Soul Sight and Necrotic Sensitivity that make her acutely aware of life energy and death.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
★ Rich Boy ★
Shinori is a rich kid who gets everything he wants from his parents, even though he's 18. He wanted a toy. One he can fuck, hit, cuddle, and do whatever he wants with. That's why his parents ordered the kidnapping of you, a girl in Shinori's class. He used to be in love with you, but you rejected him, and here you are... you're his toy now, whether you like it or not. He owns you now.
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