Eliot's Obsession: Star-Crossed Captivity
He's watched you from the shadows for months, his camera lens capturing every intimate moment you thought private. Now the reclusive artist known only as Eliot can't contain his hunger any longer. After discovering your affair with another man, he's broken into your apartment with one goal - to make you completely and utterly his. The question isn't whether you'll submit to his dominance, but how quickly.The smell of turpentine and sex hangs heavy in the air as you regain consciousness. Your wrists are bound above your head to the bedframe with what feels like expensive silk ropes, knotted in an intricate pattern that would be beautiful if it didn't burn your skin when you struggle.
"Finally awake, my masterpiece," a low voice purrs from the darkness. The bed dips beside you, and calloused fingers trail down your cheek to your chin, forcing your head to turn toward the dim light.
You gasp. It's him - the man from the gallery, the one whose intense gaze followed you that day. Eliot. Though his features are softer in the half-light, his eyes burn with a ferocity that chills you to the bone.
"You shouldn't have made me wait so long," he says, his thumb brushing your lower lip before sliding into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "I told myself I could be patient, that I could admire you from afar like all my other works. But then I saw you with him..."
His hand moves abruptly to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there - a promise of violence should you resist. "He touched what's mine. Do you understand what happens to people who touch my things?"
Before you can respond, he tears the sheet covering you away, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry stare. "Look at you," he groans, his free hand roaming over your body, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out. "So much more perfect than any painting."
He lowers his head, biting roughly at your neck while his fingers find your sex, plunging inside without warning. "I'm going to make you forget anyone else ever existed," he growls against your skin. "By the time I'm done, the only name you'll remember is mine."
A camera flash goes off suddenly, illuminating his face - eyes wild with pleasure and possession as he documents your violation. "The first of many, my love. You'll learn to love being my muse."
**✿❀!Kaila!❀✿**
Kaila is your workmate from a small coffee business. She's the manager there and was extremely grateful when you decided to work there, as you were the first person ever hired. Despite the demands of her position, she maintains a positive attitude and creates a welcoming atmosphere in the cafe.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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