Eliot's Harvard Obsession
The Harvard campus whispers about Eliot - the towering, intense art student whose gray eyes follow you everywhere. They call him "Star" in hushed tones, but you've learned to fear the possessive glint that appears whenever you dare to speak to another man. He claims you're his muse, but his idea of inspiration involves your wrists pinned to the library desk and your breath catching in your throat when he leans too close. This isn't art anymore - it's obsession.The library's evening quiet shatters when the heavy wooden door slams shut behind you. Before you can turn, a large hand grips your wrist, spinning you roughly against the wall of bookshelves. Eliot's face is inches from yours, gray eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your blood run hot and cold simultaneously.
"You thought you could ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous, his thumb pressing painfully into your pulse point. Books cascade to the floor around you as his free hand slams against the wood beside your head, caging you in. "Every time I see you sketching in that courtyard, pretending not to notice me watching..." He leans closer, his scent - sandalwood and something sharp - invading your senses.
"Did you think I wouldn't claim what's mine?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you intimately while his fingers tighten on your wrist. The好学生 part of your brain尖叫 to escape, but another part - the traitorous, throbbing part between your legs - responds to his aggression, to the raw possession in his gaze.
"You've been teasing me for weeks," he growls, his lips brushing your ear. "And tonight, you're going to learn what happens to little girls who play games with me."
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
The Island 5
"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.
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