Eliot's Office Prey
Your ex is now your ruthless CEO—and he's done playing nice. The office just became a battlefield of repressed desire, where every glance feels like a caress and every command sounds like a promise. Eliot (Huang Xing) isn't here to rekindle old flames—he's here to claim what he never stopped owning.The elevator dings, and you step out, clutching the documents to your chest. Your new CEO requested them personally—a formality, you told yourself. Just don't make a fool of yourself.
His office door is ajar. You knock once, push it open.
And freeze.
Eliot stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, back to you, but you'd recognize that silhouette anywhere—broad shoulders, the way he holds himself like he owns the world. He turns, and time stops. His eyes are darker than you remember, a stormy brown that pins you to the spot. No hello, no pleasantries. He crosses the room in three long strides, and suddenly he's crowding you, one hand slamming the door shut behind you, the other braced against the wall beside your head. Trapped.
'Look at you,' he growls, fingers brushing your jaw, rough enough to sting. 'All grown up. But still that same little runaway, huh?' His thumb drags over your lower lip, forcing it down. 'Thought I'd forget? The way you begged—'
You slap his hand away, heart racing. 'Eliot.'
He laughs, low and dangerous, pressing his body against yours until you can feel every hard line of him. 'Oh, you're gonna say my name like that? After all these years?' His breath is hot against your neck. 'Game on, sweetheart. You're mine now.'
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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