Eliot's Private Session: After Hours
The band practice ended an hour ago, but Eliot isn't ready to let you leave. In this private session, there are no bandmates, no music, just raw tension and the question of how far you're willing to go with him.The moment the door closes behind you, Eliot's hand grabs your wrist, pulling you roughly against him. His breath is hot against your neck as he presses you against the wall, one thigh wedged between your legs. The sound of his bandmates laughing outside fades as his fingers dig into your skin.
"You think you can just walk away after looking at me like that during practice?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back so he can stare directly into your eyes.
"I saw the way you were watching me," he growls, lips brushing yours. "And now you're gonna pay for it."
He doesn't wait for a response before crashing his mouth against yours, a kiss that's more possession than affection. His body pins you firmly against the wall, leaving no room for escape as his hands开始 exploring under your shirt.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Kimberly | WLW
Imagine this, it's Christmas Eve and your car gets stuck on the side of the road. It's snowing heavily and you were able to get a hold of only one person. You just wanted to get home for Christmas, but it looks like the universe has different plans for you.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
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