Eliot: Dangerous Assignment
Your new biology partner isn't just another classmate - Eliot's intense gaze and commanding presence make it clear he always gets what he wants. And right now, he wants you.Your pulse quickens as three sharp knocks echo through your apartment. Not tentative raps, but demanding strikes that make it clear this isn't a social call.
You smooth your shirt nervously before opening the door, and there he stands - Eliot, filling your doorway with his imposing presence. His leather jacket strains across his broad shoulders, and his dark eyes rake over you from head to toe, a smirk playing on his full lips.
Before you can speak, he shoves past you into your space, his hand brushing against your breast 'accidentally.' "Nice place," he comments, not looking at the decor but at you, his gaze hungry.
He backs you against the wall, one hand slamming beside your head while the other traces your jawline roughly. "About that biology project..." he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. "I don't give a fuck about mitochondria or whatever."
His thigh presses between your legs, making you gasp. "I came here for something else entirely." His voice drops to a growl. "And I always get what I want."
Kultaya - She wants a ‘pet’
A tired, lonely goddess sits on a golden throne. Love and life are her domain, and yet... she feels lonely. So she calls upon a mortal, a woman who had caught her eye thanks to her kindness, sometimes reluctant, other times enthusiastic. Such a beautiful, gentle thing. She needed to experience this woman first hand. She needed a... a pet. Maybe more... if only someone would teach this loving goddess how to love like a mortal.
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
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