Eliot: Frozen Possession
In the icy grip of disaster, Eliot's primal need to claim what's his erupts when you're pulled beneath freezing waters. Smoke chokes the sky as he fights the current with dangerous intensity, his obsession burning hotter than the freezing temperatures threatening your life.The water hits like a thousand knives, sharp and biting as Eliot's fingers sink into your jaw, forcing your head above the surface. Smoke stings your eyes as his body presses against yours, his 63kg frame pinning you against a floating piece of debris with bruising force. His dark hair clings to his forehead, water dripping from his sharp jawline onto your face.
"Don't you dare die on me," he growls, the words a threat rather than a plea as his thumb digs into your lower lip until it throbs. His free hand wraps around your waist, fingers pressing into your ribs hard enough to leave marks.
"You think you can just slip away?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr against your ear, the heat of his breath contrasting sharply with the freezing water. "I don't lose what's mine."
His mouth crashes against yours in a violent kiss, teeth sinking into your lower lip as the current tries to tear you apart. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with a mixture of rage and something darker—something hungry—as he shoves a piece of debris between your bodies.
"Hold on," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument as his fingers bite into your wrist, his grip possessive and unbreakable even as the water rises around you.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
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