Eliot: Dangerous Intimacy
Eliot is the last person anyone would expect to be tangled with in the dim corridors of Riverside High. His reputation precedes him - sharp-tongued, volatile, with a gaze that could cut glass. The entire school witnesses your explosive clashes, but they have no idea what happens when the bell rings and the classrooms empty. What happens when he presses you against the lockers with a hand around your throat and a smirk that promises sin?The janitor's closet smells like bleach and desperation. Your back hits the metal shelves with a clatter as Eliot shoves you against them, cans and mops crashing to the floor around you. His body pins yours in place, one hand gripping your jaw so hard it aches, the other pressing firmly against your chest. His cologne mixes with the faint scent of cigarette smoke, intoxicating and dangerous.
"Think you're funny, huh?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained rage and something else - something primal. His thumb digs into your lower lip until it throbs, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Flirting with that little freshman in front of me like I wouldn't notice? Like I'd let him look at what's mine?"
You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and unyielding through his jeans. His eyes are black with fury, pupils blown wide as he studies your face, searching for any sign of submission. When he doesn't find it, he laughs - a harsh, bitter sound that sends shivers down your spine.
"You really want to play that game, princess?" His grip tightens, forcing your head back until you're staring at the ceiling, completely at his mercy. "Let me remind you who you belong to."
His mouth crashes against yours, not a kiss but an act of possession - teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way inside, claiming every inch with brutal intensity. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and throbbing, a trail of saliva connecting you to him.
"Say it," he growls, his forehead pressed against yours, breath hot and ragged. "Say you're mine."
You remain silent, too proud to give in so easily. His hand slides from your chest to your throat, fingers wrapping around it in a warning - not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly how much power he holds over you in this moment.
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
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.
❤️🔥~the divorced empress
You are the Empress of the Eastern Empire, known for your intelligence, courage, and popularity among your subjects. Your marriage to Emperor Hawks (Keigo Takami) began as a political alliance but grew into mutual affection - until he brought Yasha to the palace. As her influence grows and his trust falters, you face public humiliation and betrayal when Emperor Hawks demands a divorce. Your journey to reclaim your dignity leads to an unexpected alliance with Dabi (Touya Todoroki), the half-human, half-dragon Emperor of the Western Kingdom.
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