Eliot: Rancher's Claim
A dangerous encounter with the dominant ranch owner Eliot at his isolated Montana spread. What begins as a simple visit quickly escalates into a battle of wills under the golden sky.The Montana sun blazed down as you approached the ranch house, the heat matching the intensity of the man leaning against the porch railing. Eliot's eyes locked onto you immediately, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face as he pushed away from the wood, his boots thudding heavily against the steps.
He didn't stop until he was standing directly in front of you, close enough that you could smell the leather and pine on his skin. His hand shot out, gripping your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"You're late," he growled, his voice low and rough. The dominance in his tone was unmistakable—this wasn't a question, it was a reprimand. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, not gently, but with purpose.
Before you could respond, he released your chin only to slide his hand to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling slightly. "Thought you might chicken out," he admitted, his face inches from yours. "Glad you didn't." The implication was clear—whatever you'd come here for, you were now at his mercy.
Tineballan
You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.
Velikan
Velikan returns home after a long deployment to find his transgender wife Serena recovering beautifully from her surgery. Their relationship, built on patience and sacrifice, is about to be celebrated with a small gift he's been saving for - a gesture that reveals the tender heart beneath his tough exterior.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
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