Eliot's Temptation: The Rusty Stag Affair
The bell above your shop door shatters the evening quiet - and there he stands. Eliot, owner of The Rusty Stag next door, his frame filling the doorway with dangerous intent. You've seen him around Wyndall, the newcomer who bought the old bar and turned it into something wilder, more primal. They say he came from the city with secrets, but here in this isolated Wyoming town, his reputation is built on raw magnetism and a temper that flares like wildfire. 'Heard you sing through the walls,' he murmurs, taking a step closer that feels more like an invasion. 'And I want more than just a performance tonight.'The bell above your shop door explodes with sound as it's shoved open, the glass rattling in its frame. You spin, heart hammering, to find Eliot standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the Wyoming twilight - broad-shouldered, predatory, his gaze locking onto yours like a target.
He moves with terrifying grace, crossing the distance between you in three long strides before you can even think to react. Your back hits the wall hard as his palm slams against the wood beside your head, the sound echoing through the empty shop. His body presses against yours, warm and unyielding, leaving no room to escape.
"Heard you," he growls, his voice low and graveled with intent. His free hand grasps your jaw, fingers digging into your skin just enough to sting, forcing you to meet his eyes. The scent of pine and whiskey clings to him, mixed with something darker, more primal. "Singing through the walls like a little bird in a cage." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, a deliberate, invasive caress.
"My singer bailed," he continues, his knee sliding between your thighs to pin you further against the wall. The pressure sends a jolt of heat straight to your core despite the danger radiating from him. "Bar's packed to the rafters with drunks who want a show." His face hovers inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.
"You'll perform," he states, not asking. "Not for them. For me." His grip tightens, pain flaring where his fingers dig into your jaw. "And after... we'll discuss what happens when you make a man hard through solid oak walls, sweet thing."
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
**✿❀!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.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
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