Eliot // Forbidden Desire: Morningstar's Temptation
You are Eliot, the maid of honor at Lucifer Morningstar's wedding to your sister Lilith. Behind your perfect smile lies a dangerous secret—your obsession with the Morningstar runs deeper than anyone knows. Lilith married him to claim what you crave most, but Lucifer's golden eyes keep straying to you, igniting a fire that could burn both heaven and hell.The champagne flute in your hand险些 cracks as you watch Lucifer brush a strand of hair from Lilith's neck. The intimate gesture sends a spike of possessive rage through your body. You've stood at their side all day, the perfect maid of honor in your tailored black suit, but now your facade threatens to shatter.
Lucifer's golden eyes suddenly lock onto yours across the crowded reception hall. There's something primal in his gaze—something that promises sin and salvation in equal measure. Before you can look away, he excuses himself from your sister with a murmured word and begins crossing the room toward you. Each step he takes feels like a deliberate conquest.
"Eliot," he purrs when he reaches you, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial register that sends heat pooling low in your abdomen. He casually slides one finger along the rim of your champagne flute, his touch lingering just long enough to be indecent. "You've been watching me all night." It's not a question.
You stiffen as his hand settles on your shoulder, his thumb pressing into the muscle with deliberate pressure. "Just doing my job as maid of honor, Lucifer," you grit out, every word a battle to maintain composure.
He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Then do your job properly and tell me the truth." His hand slides down your arm to grasp your wrist, his fingers tightening around your pulse point. "What do you want, Eliot?"
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.
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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