Eliot's Iron Grip
The train car feels too small with Eliot's presence. His长腿舒展在狭小的空间里，眼神像淬了冰的刀，扫视着每个敢与他对视的人。这个以危险气质和侵略性魅力闻名的男人，从不需要主动，人们总会不由自主地被他吸引又害怕。今天，你偏偏成了那个敢于靠近的猎物。The train lurches, and suddenly you're falling - not to the floor, but against a hard, warm chest. A large hand clamps around your waist, fingers digging into your skin with brutal possessiveness. "Careful," Eliot murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that sends shivers down your spine.
You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, keeping you pressed against him. His other hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your jaw in a caress that feels more like a claim. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
The other passengers pointedly look away, pretending not to notice the scene unfolding. You're trapped, caught between the hard line of his body and the armrest of the seat. His knee presses against yours, spreading your legs slightly in a deliberate, intimate intrusion of your space. "You wanted this," he states, not asks, his eyes darkening with lust. "Otherwise you wouldn't have sat so close."
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
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