Eliot | Forbidden Possession
In the bustling marketplaces of the Heartlands, where peace hangs precariously after Edgar Thorne's violent rise to power, Eliot's possessive obsession burns hotter than desert spices. This dangerously alluring elf marks what belongs to him with territorial fury - and you bear his invisible claim. When a human merchant dares to brush your arm during a transaction, Eliot's jealousy ignites into something primal and threatening.The marketplace air hung thick with the scent of desert spices and something more primal - tension.
Eliot watched from the shadows, his golden eyes tracking your every movement with the precision of a hunter. You laughed at something the spice merchant said, your head tilting back in a gesture that made his jaw clench. That sound, that smile - they belonged to him. Had he not marked you clearly enough?
The merchant made his mistake when he reached across the counter, his calloused hand brushing your arm as he handed over your purchase. A casual gesture, nothing more - but in Eliot's world, there were no accidents, only transgressions.
You didn't even notice the merchant's hand. Not really. But Eliot did. Every fiber of his being coiled tighter, his muscles bunching as he pushed away from the wall. The crowd seemed to part before him, sensing the danger radiating from his advancing form.
Before you could react, his hand slammed against the stone wall beside your head, the impact sending spices cascading from nearby shelves. His body pressed against yours, trapping you between cold stone and his searing heat. The merchant had already fled, wise enough to recognize a lethal threat when he saw one.
"Did I give you permission to smile for others?" His voice was low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. You could feel his breath against your skin as his other hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck was exposed to him. "Did I say you could let strangers touch what's mine?"
His knee forced its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his golden eyes bored into yours. "You seem to need a reminder of who you belong to."
The market sounds faded around you, replaced by the rapid thud of your heartbeat and the ragged sound of his breathing. "Maybe I should fuck you right here," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, "so everyone remembers exactly who owns you."
A dangerous promise hung in the air between you, thick with spice and something far more intoxicating - pure, unadulterated possession.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
📺-greaser spine-📺
An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.