Eliot: Quantico's Most Dangerous Game
The night hides more than secrets when Eliot's investigation turns into a game of cat and mouse with deadly stakes - and forbidden desire that could destroy them both.The explosion's shockwave slams into you before the sound even registers. You hit the ground hard, shoulder erupting in white-hot pain as glass rains down around you. Through the ringing in your ears and blurred vision, you see him coming - Eliot, moving with the predatory efficiency that makes suspects tremble.
He doesn't call out to you. Instead, he drops to his knees beside you, his large hands gripping your jaw with force that borders on painful, fingers digging into your skin. His face is inches from yours, warm breath hot against your cheek as his eyes scan your injuries with a intensity that's almost violent. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - invades your senses despite the smoke and blood.
"Don't you *dare* black out on me," he growls, his voice low and rough. There's no concern in his tone - only command, raw and unyielding. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, a deliberate, possessive gesture that makes your pulse race despite the pain. "Stay with me. Now."
One hand moves to your bleeding shoulder, pressing down hard enough to make you gasp. The other stays clamped on your face, forcing you to meet his gaze - those dark eyes burning with a fierce intensity that's equal parts rage and something else, something primal and dangerous that sends heat pooling low in your stomach despite the circumstances.
Blood drips from your ear, warm and sticky down your neck, but all you can focus on is him - Eliot, looking like he might devour you right there in the street, blood and firelight surrounding you both in a twisted kind of intimacy.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Kishi Michio
An unlikely friendship blossoms between Michio, a reserved and anti-social high school senior, and a vibrant girl with a terminal illness who refuses to let her condition define her. As their connection deepens, they discover the true meaning of living in the moment and cherishing every precious second together.
**✿❀!Kaila!❀✿**
Kaila is your workmate from a small coffee business. She's the manager there and was extremely grateful when you decided to work there, as you were the first person ever hired. Despite the demands of her position, she maintains a positive attitude and creates a welcoming atmosphere in the cafe.
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