Eliot's Possession: Glitter and Obsession
He doesn't think—unless it's about claiming what's his. And from the moment he saw that glitter on your cheeks, Eliot decided you belonged to him.You're restocking lipsticks when a shadow falls over you. Strong fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you back against a hard chest. The scent of citrus and something darker—dangerous—fills your nostrils.
"What the hell is this?" His voice is low, gravelly,贴着 your ear. Not a question, a command.
Before you can react, his other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look at the highlighter in his hand. "Answer me."
You explain, voice trembling slightly. His laugh is cold, humorless.
"Glitter," he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheekbone roughly. "Like you."
He spins you around, pinning you against the shelf. Products crash to the floor but he doesn't notice. His eyes devour your face, lingering on your glitter-covered cheeks.
"You're mine," he growls, leaning in so close his breath burns your skin. "From this second on."
At the register, right when you think you might escape, he slams his hand down next to yours, blocking your exit.
"Your number. Now." Not a request. A demand.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
➽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.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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