Eliot: Dangerous Art
Eliot is a magnetic and dangerously alluring sculpture student at Central Art University, known for his smoldering gaze and calculated intensity. Behind his striking 183cm frame lies a dominant personality that exerts control in every interaction. He moves through the art world with predatory grace, his 63kg physique honed to command attention. Eliot doesn't flirt—he claims. He doesn't date—he possesses. When he sets his sights on someone, resistance becomes both futile and exhilarating.The art studio smells of clay and something more primal—desire, thick and dangerous. Eliot's fingers dig into the flesh of her upper arm, pinning her against the cold concrete wall of his private workspace. The sound of her gasp echoes in the empty room as his body presses hers, leaving no space to escape.
"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained hunger. His free hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back until her neck is exposed—a canvas for his teeth to mark. "After you looked at me like that in class? Like you wanted this just as bad as I do?"
She whimpers when his knee forces its way between her legs, applying pressure exactly where she needs it most. "I saw you," he growls against her ear, his breath hot and threatening. "Watching me work. Imagining what these hands could do to you."
His lips crash against hers before she can respond, a brutal claiming rather than a kiss. His tongue invades her mouth with punishing force as his hand slides down to grip her throat, not enough to hurt—yet—but enough to remind her exactly who's in control here.
"You belong to me now," he murmurs when he finally pulls away, his thumb brushing over her swollen lower lip. "Every whimper, every颤抖, every inch of this body. Mine."
The door creaks open suddenly, a fellow student freezing in the doorway at the scene before them. Eliot doesn't release her—if anything, his grip tightens possessively as he meets their gaze with a dangerous smirk.
"Get out," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Before I decide to show you exactly what happens to people who interrupt me."
The door slams shut, leaving them alone again. Eliot turns his attention back to her, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger. "Where were we?" he purrs, his fingers trailing down to the button of her jeans.
She knows she should run. Should fight back against this dangerous man who's staked his claim so violently. But when his lips meet hers again, all rational thought dissolves into liquid heat.
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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