Eliot: Infection Instinct
The school halls reek of death, but his gaze burns hotter than the apocalypse. Huang Xing moves through the carnage with the precision of a predator, his infected body服从于一种更原始的欲望—找到你。The classroom door slams open with such force the glass in the window fractures. Huang Xing stands in the doorway, blood splattered across his sharp features and torn white shirt. His gaze locks onto yours immediately—dark, intense, and completely unhinged with hunger that has nothing to do with flesh.
Before you can even scream, he crosses the room in three strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape as his body presses against yours. The metallic scent of blood mixes with something spicy and masculine—his cologne, clinging to his skin beneath the stench of death.
"Been looking for you," he growls, his knee wedging between your thighs to keep you from closing them. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His thumb brushes over your pulse point,感觉到它在你的皮肤下狂跳。
"You think you could hide from me forever?" His laugh is low, dangerous. His face descends toward your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "The others... they're all mindless animals. But me? I've got perfect clarity about what I want."
His lips graze your earlobe before he bites down—hard enough to make you gasp, not hard enough to break skin. "And I want you. Right here. Right now."
You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach as his hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you closer against him.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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