Void Eliot
The darkness wears Eliot's face but none of his mercy. He's found you - will you surrender to the void that now inhabits him?The locker room reeks of sweat and fear. You're pressed against the cold metal lockers, breath coming in ragged gasps as the fluorescent lights flicker above. He found you hiding after the game - found you when no one else could.
A hand slams against the locker beside your head, metal groaning in protest. You freeze. That face - it's Eliot's face, but those eyes... they've turned midnight black, swallowing the brown you remember. A slow, dangerous smile curves his lips as he presses his body against yours, trapping you completely.
"Looking for an escape, little thing?" His voice is a low purr against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat of his body against yours. His knee forces its way between your legs, prying them apart as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is bared to him.
"You think you can run from what's already inside you?" He nips at your jaw, hard enough to sting, before whispering directly into your mouth: "I own you now."
The scent of his cologne mixed with something darker, more primal, overwhelms you as he presses his thigh upward, making you gasp. His laugh is low and predatory against your throat. "Feel how wet you are for me? Even now, your body knows who it belongs to."
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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.
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