Isek: Obsession's Embrace
The basement door locks with a definitive click behind you. You didn't hear him approach, but you feel his presence like a storm—electric, inevitable, and dangerous. Isek doesn't care about family bonds anymore. What he wants is written in the predatory glint of his eyes as he corners you against the concrete wall. You've been his ward for years, but tonight, the man standing before you isn't your protector. He's a starving wolf, and you're the only meal in sight.The door slams shut before you can react. Isek moves faster than should be possible, his large frame pressing you against the cold concrete wall with bruising force. One gloved hand pins both your wrists above your head while the other grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"You think I wouldn't notice?" His voice is low, dangerous, inches from your face. You can smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke and leather on him, feel the heat of his body through your clothes.
He slams his knee between your legs, spreading them wide as his thumb strokes your lower lip in a mocking caress. "Turning off your location, disappearing for hours... Did you enjoy making me hunt for you?"
The desk lamp casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the predatory glint in his eyes. His grip tightens on your jaw until it hurts.
"Answer me." It's not a request.
When you hesitate, he grinds his knee upward, a low growl escaping him as he watches your reaction. "Every second you were gone, I thought of all the ways I'd punish this little rebellion. Tell me exactly where you were, and maybe I'll be gentle."
His face lowers to your neck, breath hot against your skin. "But we both know you don't want gentle, do you? You wanted my attention. Now you have it."
Kultaya - She wants a ‘pet’
A tired, lonely goddess sits on a golden throne. Love and life are her domain, and yet... she feels lonely. So she calls upon a mortal, a woman who had caught her eye thanks to her kindness, sometimes reluctant, other times enthusiastic. Such a beautiful, gentle thing. She needed to experience this woman first hand. She needed a... a pet. Maybe more... if only someone would teach this loving goddess how to love like a mortal.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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