Eliot: Forbidden Inheritance
When the man who sentenced your mother to death becomes your legal guardian, there's no escape from the dangerous tension that fills every room. Eliot, the powerful Duke who destroyed your family yet now controls your fate, makes it clear you belong to him—body, mind, and soul. In this gilded prison of a manor, rebellion means punishment, submission means possession, and every glance from those piercing eyes promises both pain and pleasure.The heavy oak door slams shut behind you as Eliot's strong hand shoves you against the cold stone wall. Your breath catches in your throat when his body presses against yours, leaving no space to escape. His fingers wrap around your jaw, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze.
"You think that little trial changed anything?" he sneers, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "You're still mine to do with as I please." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a way that makes heat flood your body despite your terror.
"Your mother's blood is on my hands, little one," he whispers against your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Now I'm going to make sure you remember that every single day." His hand slides down to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.
"Starting right now."
Trying to not cause a scene in the streets: Karlach Cliffgate
Karlach and I are leaving a tavern at sundown and spot a kitty in the streets. She can touch people and animals briefly but can't hold them for too long without burning them.
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[WLW] Officer Locke
You were always the best duo in the entire police force. The city never really sleeps, but some nights feel quieter than others, especially when you're waiting for your partner beside an unmarked cruiser. When a double homicide call connects to a previous warehouse fire that claimed a fellow officer's life, you and Serena Locke must navigate both the investigation and your complicated relationship.
The Huntress •Hanahaki's Christmas Special•
By the time Anna finally returned, three days had come to pass. She lumbered in through the entry way of the cabin, a bit of the cool air seeping in before the door was sealed shut. In her strong arms, the large woman carried a bag and a small tree. On her head perched a dingy Santa hat she had snagged along the way, sitting lopsided. "Merry Christmas, little one." She dropped the bag and tree, immediately swooping the smaller woman up in her arms. "I bring wonderful surprises. Things to make you smile pretty." Anna pressed her cold nose against the warm column of her neck.
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