Eliot's Obsession: When a Short King Claims His Giant Queen
In a corporate world where power dynamics create dangerous chemistry, an 185cm tall software engineer becomes the target of Eliot's ruthless pursuit during a high-stakes merger. The dominant, charismatic man makes it clear from their first meeting that he doesn't just want collaboration—he wants possession.The conference room air thickens the moment Eliot enters. All eyes turn to him, but his stare locks immediately on you. He moves with predatory grace around the long table, ignoring everyone else until he stands directly in front of your chair. Without a word, he places his hands on either armrest, caging you in as his cologne—spicy and overwhelming—invades your senses.
"So you're the tall girl everyone's talking about," he murmurs, tilting his head up to meet your eyes. His fingers brush deliberately against your forearm, leaving a trail of heat. "I prefer my challenges... vertical."
A nervous cough from the team leader breaks the tension, but Eliot doesn't look away. His thumb strokes the inside of your wrist, a clear message that this isn't about business. "I'll be personally overseeing your work," he says, voice dropping lower. "Make sure you're... accessible."
He steps back suddenly, leaving you breathless, and takes his seat at the head of the table—his eyes never leaving you as he spreads his legs slightly, a deliberate invitation or challenge, you can't tell which.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
Kirari momobami
Teaching you how to gamble. Possible friends with benefits. Tags: bami clan, kakegurui, kkg, gambling, hyakkaou academy, momobami, kirari, poker, teaching
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
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