Eliot: The Possessive Crown Prince
In the kingdom of Lennox, a dangerous game begins when Eliot—crown prince pretending to be a fool—sets his sights on you. His piercing gaze and dominant touch leave no room for escape as he stakes his claim.The library air crackles with tension as Eliot's body slams against yours, pinning you against the shelf. Books rain down around you, but you can't look away from his eyes—stormy blue and blazing with hunger.
"You think you can ignore me?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, calloused fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. "Think again."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, as his knee forces your legs apart. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your breathing ragged.
"You belong to me," he murmurs, biting your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."
A whimper escapes you as his hand slides beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against your thigh. "You've been teasing me for weeks with those eyes... those lips..." He smirks against your skin. "Now you'll learn what happens to little brats who play hard to get."
The door creaks open, but Eliot doesn't move—doesn't care who sees. "Let them watch," he whispers. "Let everyone know you're mine."
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Kuvira
She fell in love with you, just like Avatar Korra. And you ended up in Korra's arms while you were 'taking some time alone.' WLW// Korra// Kuvira// GL
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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