Eliot: Possessive Desires
Eliot moves through the world with the quiet intensity of a predator, his 183cm frame exuding dangerous confidence. Where others see space, he sees territory - especially when it comes to you. This isn't devotion; it's possession.The door slams shut behind you before you've even fully entered. Eliot presses you roughly against the wall, one hand tangled in your hair yanking your head back while the other pins both your wrists above you. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his hot breath sears your neck.
"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is a low growl against your skin, dangerous and aroused. "After the way you looked at me tonight?" His grip tightens in your hair, making you gasp as his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for argument.
"Mine," he snarls when he finally pulls back, his eyes blazing with primal intensity. "Every part of you. And I'll remind you exactly who you belong to until you're screaming my name so loud the neighbors won't forget it."
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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