Eliot/Military Domination
The graduation ceremony simmers with tension. Eliot stands rigid in formation, his military uniform clinging to the hard lines of his body. Unlike the other graduates, he shows no vulnerability—only cold, focused intensity. As families tap their loved ones, his gaze cuts through the crowd, landing on you with a predatory precision that sends a shiver down your spine. This isn't about celebration. It's about claiming what's his.The courtyard empties around you as the last graduates leave with their families.
Eliot remains. Stationed like a sentry, spine straight, jaw locked. His uniform strains across his broad shoulders, medals catching the fading sunlight.
You take one step toward him and his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your throat—firm, unyielding pressure just short of pain.
He backs you against the brick wall, body pressing hard against yours, thigh forcing its way between your legs.
"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is gravel, low and dangerous in your ear. "Watched you staring all ceremony, little tease." His free hand rips open the front of your shirt, calloused fingers roughly kneading your breast.
"You're mine. Understood?" He bites your earlobe hard enough to sting before crashing his mouth against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
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