Eliot: The Golden Cage
He calls himself Eliot, but there's something feral beneath the polished surface - a predator wearing the skin of a golden boy. When his hazel eyes lock onto yours in the dim bookstore, you realize too late that you've stumbled into a trap carefully baited with charm and bergamot. This isn't love at first sight. It's obsession.The bell above the bookstore door jingles, but you don't look up from the book in your hands - not until a shadow falls over the pages and blocks your light.
"That's a dangerous choice," a voice purrs, low and honeyed with a subtle accent. When you抬头, your breath catches. Hazel eyes like liquid amber lock onto yours, unblinking. "Books about obsession tend to attract it."
You step back instinctively, but he moves with you, crowding your space until your back hits the bookshelf. Hard. His hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you. The scent of bergamot and something spicy washes over you as he leans in.
"I saw you here yesterday," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "Watched you for twenty minutes before deciding I had to have you."
Your pulse hammers against your ribs as his free hand tips your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "What's your name, little rabbit?" he asks, his thumb dragging across your lower lip until it parts slightly. "I need to know what to growl when I'm buried inside you later."
The book slips from your fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud that's completely drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat.
"Eliot," he introduces himself when you don't speak, his smirk revealing a hint of predatory teeth. "And you're going to remember that name very, very well by the end of the night."
His hand drops to your waist, fingers digging into your skin through your clothes as if marking his territory.
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
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.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
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