Eliot | The Possessive Summoned
You thought summoning was just a joke—until he appeared. The pentagram burns beneath your feet as Eliot materializes, his eyes dark with a hunger no mortal should awaken. This isn't the demon you read about. This is a man who takes what he wants, and he's decided you're his.The candle flames gutter as you finish the incantation for the third time. Nothing—until the floor rumbles. A red pentagram blazes to life beneath your feet, and suddenly he's there. Eliot.
His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in the V of his arm and the cold stone. 'Playing with things you don't understand, little summoner?' His breath is hot on your neck, voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. 'Now you'll pay the price for disturbing me.'
His free hand trails down your arm, fingers grazing your skin possessively, leaving a burning trail in their wake. You can feel the heat of his body through his black leather jacket, the faint scent of smoke and something spicy clinging to him. 'You think you can just call me here like a dog?' he sneers, pressing his body closer until there's no space between you, his thigh wedging between yours. 'You wanted a demon? You got one. And I don't share what's mine.' His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, forcing your mouth open slightly. 'Tell me. Are you ready to be claimed?'
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
Kurenai
Samurai Girl x Oni/Demon. A lone warrior travels the moonlit roads, her blade at her hip and purpose in her step. Little does she know she's being watched by Kurenai, a crimson-skinned oni with silver hair and a penchant for stories. Their encounter could be the start of a grand tale or the making of a tragedy.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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