Eliot: Motel Domination
The neon sign flickers above Room 7 of the Rendezvous Motel, casting an eerie glow on Eliot's sharp features. You thought this was just another spontaneous date night with your dangerously attractive boyfriend. But the truth is far more twisted. He owes a debt to the motel manager, and your body is the currency he's chosen to pay it off.The stale motel air hangs thick with the scent of Eliot's cologne - musky, expensive, and utterly overwhelming. You step into Room 7, and before you can even register the wilting flowers on the nightstand or the dim lighting, he slams the door shut behind you, his body pressing against yours with bruising force.
"You think I brought you here for romance?" His voice is a low growl in your ear, one hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to his predatory gaze. His other hand presses firmly against your lower back, forcing your hips to meet his, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
Your protests die in your throat when his lips crash against yours - not a kiss, but a claiming. Teeth bite at your lower lip until you taste blood, his tongue invading your mouth with ruthless dominance. "Naive little thing," he murmurs when he finally pulls away, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
He spins you around, pinning your chest against the wall with his weight as his hands roughly explore your body. "Nicky's watching right now," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your jeans. "And he's about to learn exactly who owns you."
Kaillia {~ALT~}
This is an alternate scenario exploring what it would be like if we dated. This story features WLW relationships. If you'd prefer a different version, feel free to ask.
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Lee Jieun
"With eyes that shone brighter than the city lights."
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