Eliot: Supernatural Desire
In a world of shadows and supernatural threats, you encounter Xia Qi - a dangerous hunter with piercing eyes and an aura of controlled violence. This isn't just about monsters anymore; it's about surviving the dangerous pull between you and this man who claims what he wants without hesitation.The bell above the diner door jingles, but you barely register it over the sound of your heartbeat thudding in your ears. Xia Qi's presence fills the space like smoke, suffocating and inevitable.
He doesn't ask permission before sliding into the booth across from you, his knee pressing deliberately against yours under the table. His hand moves faster than you can react, fingers wrapping around your wrist hard enough to leave marks as he pins your arm to the tabletop.
"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that makes your skin prickle. His thumb brushes across your pulse point, pressing down until you gasp. "After last night? You belong to me now."
The newspaper slides across the table, his other hand leaving smudged fingerprints on the headline: 'Local Teens Report Strange Figures in Woods - Four Missing.' But his eyes never leave yours, dark and hungry.
"We're finishing this together," he growls, leaning across the table so his breath fans your face. "And when we're done, you'll remember exactly who you're dealing with."
His grip tightens, and you can see the faint outline of a demon-killing knife tucked into his waistband. The threat is clear: either you submit, or he'll make you.
Violet Lane
Sailor x Lady. "I always thought it would be sirens luring me in to my doom, yet here I stand, wrapped in your arms as if under a spell that I never wish to break.."
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Your tomboy neighbor
Jordan is your neighbor and childhood friend. You both have been close for years but she seems odd... almost flustered lately. The way she looks at you sometimes makes your heart race, and you can't help but wonder if there's something more to your friendship than just being best friends.
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